NATURAL SELECTION 16C
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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Cooper slumped against the counter. Keeping Kurt in orgasms was exhausting. He stirred the boiling pot and yawned. He just wanted to eat, watch his show and pass the fuck out.
Tomorrow he had double duty - clinic in the morning and surgery in the afternoon. Which meant he’d have to get away early and miss out on what Kurt insisted was ‘breakfast’.
Cooper didn’t mind bringing him off with his mouth, but it had become much more appealing since he’d convinced Kurt that they both needed a hearty ‘meal’. A sixty-nine to start the day was a lot better than any alarm clock.
However, in lieu of ‘breakfast’, he’d have to time it right tomorrow and get away before midday. Then he could pop home, bed Kurt, and scramble off to the hospital.
Cooper’s gazed drifted from the tub of fresh pesto on the bench to Kurt setting the table in skin tight jean leggings. A telltale wet patch had soaked through the material at his crotch, and Cooper smiled to himself. The glass dildo had done the trick, getting Kurt off harder than he’d seen before. He wondered what other toys Kurt might have, or would like to add to his collection.
Down the hall, the bathroom door clicked closed. Blaine wandered past the dining table and over to the cook top.
“What’s for dinner?”
Cooper’s eyes flicked from his brother’s shirtless chest and towel combo to Kurt’s gaping mouth and blazing red cheeks. He looked back to Blaine underwhelmed. Great, he thought. Now it looked like he was going have to take of Kurt again after dinner.
“Pasta with pesto, potatoes and green beans.”
“Ooh, the Italian way. Fancy.”
Cooper shrugged. It was an easy and delicious meal but those weren’t the only reasons he’d chosen it tonight. “Kurt hasn’t tried pesto before.”
“Really?”
Cooper lifted an eyebrow at Kurt who was still dumbstruck. He smirked. “Yeah, so I thought it’d be nice to give him a little taste of Genoa.”
“And I like spaghetti,” Kurt blurted out.
“Except, this uses trenette noodles,” Cooper said as he drained the pot into a bowl. Blaine pulled back the lid from the pesto and handed it off to Cooper.
“But it tastes like spaghetti noodles?”
“Pretty much,” Blaine said, ignoring the cynical look Cooper shot at him. “I think you’ll like it.”
Kurt smiled and wet his lips.
“I think you should put on a shirt,” Cooper grumbled. Kurt shook his head, his blue eyes huge with hope.
Blaine clicked his tongue and checked himself out. “Oh yeah. Wouldn’t want to burn myself.” He walked closer to Kurt. “I guess spaghetti can get messy,” he said with a wink.
Kurt gripped the back of a kitchen chair, his knees practically buckling as he watched Blaine’s towel clad tight ass wander back down the hall.
Cooper cleared his throat. “A little help?”
Kurt’s head whipped back. He looked at Cooper like a deer in the headlights. “Wha-?”
“Take this please?”
“Oh! S-sure.”
Cooper handed off the large bowl and grabbed a bottle of chilled Sauvignon Blanc from the wine fridge. Help from the grape gods would be required if his brother came back out that bedroom without a shirt on.
Blaine might be his brother, but Cooper wasn’t blind. He knew his younger brother was attractive - in fact, almost as much as he was. Almost.
He twisted the screw cap off the bottle and poured two glasses. “Kurt? Would you like to try some wine?”
“Um…”
“How about just a taste?” He poured a few mouthfuls into a large crystal glass and set it on the table for the teenager to try. He loved being able to broaden the Kurt’s horizons. It had become obvious that his father had kept him cloistered. Cooper quickly realized that he didn’t even have to try to be cool - he just had to be himself, and Kurt thought he was amazing. It was completely refreshing and a huge boost to his ego.
“Thanks.” Kurt eased his way onto the chair and lifted the glass to his lips, taking a small sip. He made a face, both eyes squinting. “Tart,” he said with a grimace. Cooper just laughed as he sat down.
“It’s an acquired taste - most alcohol is. But this,” Cooper said, holding the glass to his nose. “This is not half bad.” He lifted his glass to toast with Kurt’s. “Cheers, babe.”
“…Cheers,” Kurt said lamely as Blaine joined the table.
Cooper noted the way the teenager gave his brother the one over, seemingly disappointed that he actually had clothes on. He smiled into his glass and drank, relishing the refreshing zing on his palate.
“What are we drinking to?” Blaine asked, raising his glass.
“Good food…”
“Good friends,” said Kurt.
“And good wine,” Blaine added.
Cooper chuckled. “I’ll definitely drink to that.”
***
“No, no. You guys made dinner.” Blaine waved Cooper and Kurt off toward the lounge, and started clearing away their plates.
Cooper slung his arm around Kurt and guided him to the couch while Blaine loaded up the dishwasher. They settled on the chaise, legs outstretched. Cooper flicked the T.V. on and cued up an episode of his favorite show.
“Actually,” he said, pausing the show. “You might get a real kick out of this, babe.” He used the remote to flick though his Netflix list.
“1983?” Kurt said curiously as the location flashed up on the huge dark screen in white text.
“You’ve never seen this, right?”
“Nuh uh.”
"Hawkins National Laboratory,” the teenager murmured to himself.
Lights buzzed in a silent hallway onscreen, and Cooper’s arm settled around Kurt. The laboratory’s door burst open loudly making Kurt jump in his seat. He sniffed in a startled breath. Cooper watched the screen eagerly. He loved this show - it was the perfect mix of ‘80s nostalgia and creepy thriller.
The scientist ran into the open elevator, the shot panned to the hallway, the lights flickering like crazy.
Beside Cooper, the teenager snuggled in tight against his side. He smiled. Having a cuddly partner during scary movies made the whole experience better.
Onscreen, noises from the elevator’s ceiling grew. Kurt swallowed heavily. Abruptly, the scientist was snatched from above and Kurt gasped, shrinking into the couch.
Once the scene changed to the four boys playing Dungeons and Dragons, the teenager breathed a sigh of relief.
“Demogorgon!”
The lights went out in Cooper’s apartment.
“Oh my god,” Kurt groaned.
Blaine turned them back on in surprise. “Oh! Do you want them on?”
“Um…”
“It’s better with them off,” Cooper confirmed. His younger brother flipped them back off again and sat further down the four seater couch.
Blaine pulled his legs up under him to sit cross-legged. “We need popcorn.”
“We just ate,” the teenager said, confused.
Cooper shushed them as the boy, Will, biked down dark streets on T.V.
The light on the bike went out. A figure emerged from the bushes and the boy crashed on the side of the road. Kurt’s fingers gripped Cooper’s arm tighter as spooky sounds got louder. The boy bolted home. He ran through the house and called for his mom in a panic. When he peered out the window and something appeared, Kurt hid his face.
The phone was dead, the dog barked constantly. A shadow appeared at the door and the lock flew off. Kurt yelped but could not stop watching.
The boy ran to the shed out the back and loaded a shotgun. There was silence, hands shaking. Kurt’s own trembling fingers dug harder into Copper’s bicep.
Will Byers aimed the gun at the door, breathing heavily. The growling noise got louder. Then suddenly, the thing was behind him. Kurt gasped in shock.
The lightbulb burned bright, the noise reached its crescendo - then silence. The boy was gone.
“Ah…” Kurt gulped again as the opening title formed onscreen. He watched helpless, hypnotized by the pulsing electronic music. “Is- Is the whole show like this?”
Both brothers answered at the same time.
“No.”
“Yes.”
Blaine glanced at Cooper with a pout and shrugged. “It’s kinda creepy,” he admitted.
“Okay, yeah. But in a good way.”
“Oh yeah! The show is great! But it’s definitely not for everyone - there are some legitimately scary bits in it.”
“Oh,” Kurt said quietly.
“You don’t like scary stuff?” Cooper asked, not holding out much hope that the teenager would be persuaded to watch the show.
Kurt shook his head ruefully. “I’ll just go to bed early. O-or read something.”
Cooper glanced at Blaine and raised his eyebrows. Although he didn’t believe in having a T.V. in the bedroom, his brother did.
“Nonsense,” said Blaine. “C’mon, let’s watch something else in my room.” He stood and held out his hand. “I’ll show you one of my favorite shows. It’s completely different than this one, I promise.”
“Kimmy whatsherface?” Cooper asked and got a nod from his brother. “Actually Kurt’s probably got a lot in common with that chick.” Blaine’s brows knitted together and he tilted his head in confusion. Cooper nudged the teenager to go.
“Okay,” Kurt said shyly, taking Blaine’s hand in his and letting himself be tugged to his feet. He looked back at Cooper on the couch and pressed his lips together in a small grateful smile.
“Have fun,” Cooper called out happily as Blaine shut his bedroom door. He stopped the show onscreen and went back to his original choice. “That fucking Crowley. Genius,” he muttered with a chuckle once his show started.
***
Kurt clasped his hands together and stood still, uncertain of where he should sit while Blaine closed the door.
He had liked this room from the first time he’d peeked inside. It had a warmer color scheme than the rest of the apartment, and as a result it felt cozier, more lived in. Kurt presumed that the muted redcurrant wall behind the bed was the one that Cooper had mentioned painting recently. It was offset by an iced coffee colored padded headboard, a soft woven blanket and mixed print pillows.
Kurt’s fingers toyed with the edge of the tawny blanket on the bed as he studied the intricately painted canvas of a man’s face that hung above the bed.
“I love him.” Blaine’s hushed voice so close to Kurt’s ear startled him.
“Huh?”
“The painting. I fell in love with it a few years ago and Coop brought it for me for Christmas.”
Kurt turned towards Blaine. He was standing so close. “It’s…very um…” He paused and changed tack, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Why do you love it?” Blaine’s bright hazel eyes shifted to meet his gaze.
“The way she paints. Every one is built up with layers of colour and texture and angles, just like us. It’s what makes people interesting. No two are the same.” Blaine smiled fondly at him. “Just look at your eyes,” he said in awe. “Blues with a splash of green and yellow. I’ve never seen eyes like yours before.” Kurt ducked his head self consciously.
“Hey, no. I mean it. I can imagine the way she’d paint you.”
Kurt looked up. Blaine swept back the hair off of Kurt’s forehead and studied his face.
“So handsome under all of this.”
Heat swept through Kurt, a blush crawling up his neck.
“Those cheekbones.”
He stared at Blaine, watching his mouth move, wanting to touch him and feel the warmth of his skin.
“The sweep of this nose, that jawline.” They sighed in unison.
“Your lips.” His eyes flitted down to watch Kurt bite his lower lip.
Kurt’s eyes darted downward, wondering if the space between them was closing. He felt like he was falling into the sun.
His heart thumped loudly. His body tingled. He dragged in a deep breath through his nose. Blaine’s fingers tangled with his own.
“Kurt,” he murmured. Kurt glanced up to watch his full lips move once more.
“Kurt.” The hand in his jiggled his arm.
“The bed or the ottoman?”
His eyes widened in confusion.
“The bed?” He suggested unsure of what was happening.
“Okay, great.” Blaine pulled him to one side of the bed and let him go. “You, uh, get comfy.” He backed away. “I- You know what? I am gonna make some popcorn! I’ll be right back,” Blaine insisted.
“Okay, great,” Kurt echoed and promptly sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. He’d missed something. A signal, or something Blaine had said. Unsure of what to do next, Kurt decided to do what he normally did in bed.
By the time Blaine came back with a tray loaded with a bowl of popcorn, drinks and napkins, Kurt was sitting under the covers.
“Oh!” Blaine exclaimed as he found Kurt’s pants abandoned on the floor. Kurt smiled at him.
“I’m more comfortable like this.”
“Oh! Of course! That’s- That’s- Yes. Good.” He placed the tray on Kurt’s lap and asked him to hold it while he climbed onto the bed and sat beside him. Outside of the covers, Kurt noticed. He wondered if he’d made a mistake but he didn’t dwell on it, taking an interest instead on what was happening on the television.
***
“Oh my god! Fifteen years?! I can’t believe anyone could do that to someone else. Does that actually happen?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Blaine confirmed. Kurt’s fists balled up in his lap.
Minutes later, Kurt snorted at the idea of a bag of candy for dinner. “I did that at the hospital,” he confessed. “It’s not as good as it sounds. You just get a stomach ache,” he said ruefully.
He laughed at Kimmy trying to turn on the non-existent tap in the bathroom. Thankfully Unique had shown him that trick in Parade’s bathroom.
“Two Cindy’s by a Gretchen. Hah!” Kurt slapped at Blaine’s shoulder as they both giggled.
Blaine sung along with Titus about going out while Kurt hoped that Kimmy would kiss the guy at the club. Kimmy seemed pretty innocent; he wasn’t sure that the version of kissing he knew would be the same as hers, and he really wanted to find out.
“Oh,” he said, grabbing another handful of popcorn. Escaping is not the same as making it. His free hand hovered in front of his mouth. He had literally walked away from his life a week ago, and yet nothing had really changed. He was still avoiding both the hospital and thinking about what his dad had done. Kurt popped a buttery kernel in his mouth and chewed, watching the television intently.
“Oh.” And apparently he wasn’t the only to have experienced weird sex stuff. Titus didn’t even blink an eyelid when Kimmy told him about the bunker. Kurt munched on the rest of the popcorn, deep in thought.
“Beef jerky in a ball gown,” Blaine snickered. Kurt ignored him. He chewed on a fingernail instead; worried that Kimmy was going to give up.
“Oh my god.” Kurt’s mouth dropped open as the duo sang onscreen. “She’s right.”
“What?”
“She’s right!” The worst thing that had happened to him - actually both things, if he counted finding his father unconscious - had happened at home. “You can either curl up in a ball and die or you can stand up and say we’re the strong ones and you can’t break us.”
Blaine looked at him bemused. His eyes crinkled at the corners when Kurt broke into a relieved grin.
“I am not going to curl up into a ball and die,” Kurt declared.
“Lucky me.” Kurt frowned at him in confusion. “I won’t have to give you mouth-to-mouth,” he said with a regretful smile.
Kurt blinked at him, his lower lip quivering while his brain supplied a mental image that he could not shake.
“Uhh.” A sharp rap on the bedroom door saved him from coming up with actual words that made sense.
“Hey, guys?” Cooper leaned on the door as it opened. “I’m gonna hit the hay.”
“Oh, do you-?”
“Naw. Stay up and have fun, babe. At least you two can sleep in tomorrow.” Kurt whipped around to look at Blaine.
“It’s my day off,” he explained.
“G‘night boys.”
“Good night,” Kurt called out absentmindedly as the door closed.
“If you like, we could hang out together tomorrow. I have some chores to do in the morning, but I’m free in the afternoon. Maybe we could brainstorm some ideas for a Fourth of July party,” Blaine offered.
“Y-yeah. I’d like that.”
“Great. Do you wanna watch another episode?”
“Yeah but first, can you show me how to watch this if you’re not here?”
“Uh, yeah. Of course.”
***
Her best friend’s cute younger brother opened the front door and greeted her.
“Quinn! Get your ass in here!” Puck called from the lounge. “You’re not gonna fucking believe the vintage porn I found!”
“Classy as ever, Puckerman,” Quinn said, leaning against the door frame.
“Quit looking at my ass,” Noah joked. He gave up looking through the pile of ancient video tapes under the T.V. and got up off his knees. “You got here in one piece then?”
“Barely. You’ve got to do something about your truck. It keeps slipping out of third gear. It’s a real bitch to drive.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“You wish, toots.”
“In your dreams, loser.”
“Jesus. Are you two done yet?” Jake grumbled.
They both stopped and smiled at him. “You’re just jealous that she likes me more than you,” Puck countered.
Jake rolled his eyes and walked away. “Whatever.” Quinn followed him out of the lounge and found herself in the kitchen.
“Wow. Homey.”
“I like it, actually.”
“Yeah well, I’m counting myself as lucky that I’m not the one living here.”
“It’s not that bad,” Jake insisted. Quinn looked around again and shrugged.
“Maybe if it was redecorated? I don’t know. How’s it going anyway?”
“Pretty good. Got the cows under control - it just one of the dogs is being a pain in the ass.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I don’t know what his deal is, but he will not leave Trixie alone - not for a minute. I have to keep them separated at all times.”
“What - like he’s mean to her or something?”
“No. Not like that.”
Puck chimed in, walking over to turn on the kettle. “He just wants to fuck her. All. The. Time.”
“Oh my god.”
“I have to keep him in the run while the other two work,” Jake admitted.
“Wow. I bet that sucks for him.”
“What else can I do? He won’t take any orders from me. Finch, on the other hand, is doing great.”
“Maybe I can help,” Quinn suggested. “I could take him for walks so at least he can get some exercise in the three days I’m here.”
“You can try.”
***
Hunter seemed friendly enough. The large dog was certainly enthusiastic about getting out of the enclosed dog run.
The three of them had decided that Quinn and Hunter should spend time inside the house to see if he’d obey her before letting her loose outside with a massive dog. The last thing Jake wanted was for the dog to get lost or for Quinn to get hurt.
Once Jake had taken Trixie and Finch out to the milking shed the next morning, Quinn and Puck brought Hunter inside and shut off access to the doggie door. After a quick coffee and cigarette, Puck kissed her on the forehead and headed off for his shift in town.
The brown and white dog jumped up, resting his paws on the window ledge and watched the truck drive off.
“Well boy,” said Quinn, patting the dog’s furry back. “What are we gonna do today? Play? Walk? Sleep?”
Hunter made a sound as he yawned, whining softly while he sat down.
“Sleep? Really?” Quinn chuckled. “Why don’t you do that while I jump in the shower. Then we’ll go for a walk. Okay?”
Hunter’s tail wagged and he barked once in reply, earning him a scratch behind the ears.
Quinn walked away, tugging her tied robe loose. Behind her, the click clack of dog claws followed her into the bedroom.
Hunter jumped up on the bed and settled down, his broad head resting on his paws, watching as Quinn got undressed. He barked again when she picked up a towel and headed for the bathroom.
“I won’t be long. Stay,” she said firmly.
Quinn stepped under the warm water and sighed. At least there was decent water pressure. She checked the collection of shampoo and body wash, clicking open their lids to smell each one. They were all basic brands but she couldn’t complain. This was as close to a holiday as she was going to get.
Washed clean, Quinn stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel across her breasts. She hummed to herself and headed back into the bedroom, twisting her wet hair up in another towel. She stopped at her suitcase and stooped to grab a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and her underwear.
She sat on the edge of the bed and towel dried her hair, shaking it loose. She left the towel on the bed, noticing how the brown and white dog pawed at it playfully.
Quinn stood, and spun around to look where she had put the tube of moisturizer that she’d brought with her. She spied it on the bedside table, walking around the bed to fetch it. Still humming to herself, Quinn pulled the towel away from her body and wiped off her back, arms and chest. She propped her leg up on the bed to dry it off from calf to thigh. Satisfied, she flipped the lid on the bottle and squeezed lotion into her hand.
Hunter stepped down from the bed. His front paws hitting the floor at the same time. He stretched and yawned once more.
Quinn’s hands slipped along her shin, the lotion sliding between her fingers and across her skin. It was always so sensual, the sensation of moisturizing her body. She couldn’t understand why men were so reluctant to try it for themselves.
She had worked her way up to her thigh when the dog’s long hot tongue licked an eager path along her damp pussy.
“Oh!” She called out, startled. Her back straightened, and she twisted around to get a look at where he was.
Hunter did it again. His tongue curled against her wickedly.
“Ohh,” she sighed. “Um…” She looked at the lotion smeared over her hands, not wanting to get it everywhere. She was suddenly a whole lot wetter than she had been in the shower.
The dog nudged closer, his nose pressing against her clit as he began to lick incessantly, tasting her juices.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, her hips rocking against the dog’s muzzle. She’d never tried anything like this before. It was amazing, maddening - insane. But she was incredibly turned on.
Quinn smeared the cream on her hands across her breasts, dragging her thumbs over her nipples and twisting them.
The dog backed off, licking his jowls. He shook himself, sending fur flying. Quinn tried to call him back but Hunter wouldn’t do what he was told.
“Hmm.” It had taken Hunter mere seconds to get her closer to an orgasm than she could on her own. And she’d already let him do it. Lick her. Taste her. She bit her lip as she considered the alternative. Okay yes, she wanted more, she decided.
She had an idea and wiped the last of the lotion across her stomach. Quinn sat at the edge of the bed again, only this time with her legs spread wide and her creamy cunt on display.
“C’mon baby,” she cooed. “C’mon. Hun-ter. Be a good boy.”
The large dog stepped forward, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Quinn patted the inside of her thighs in encouragement.
“C’mon doggie. C’mon baby.”
Hunter nosed at her, getting her scent. She giggled but stayed still, marveling at what was happening between her legs. The dog’s tongue swept up along her pussy in long stokes, making a meal of it.
Quinn’s fingers reached down and spread her lips to expose her clit. “Good dog-gie,” she grunted. She scratched his furry head, keeping his lapping, darting tongue right where she needed it to be.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her orgasm sweeping over her. “Ohhh. Go-d.”
Quinn flopped backward on the bed, letting her body twitch and jerk while Hunter kept at her soaked pussy.
This wasn’t the exercise she’d had in mind today. Quinn decided that once she’d regained the feeling in her legs they were definitely going out for a walk. She had to get out of the house. Otherwise she was going to waste the day on her back.
***
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A/N - So we've reached a point where I have caught up to everything I have written, so I'm writing as we go. I managed this 11k chapter in a week but that's not a pace I can keep up so updates might not be every week but they will come. Gigi