NATURAL SELECTION 17

[gigi42]

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: 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: Cooper extends an invitation. Kurt finds what he’s been longing for. Blaine has a revelation.

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Cooper sat on the couch during an episode of Masterchef with Kurt snuggled against him. As had become usual, Blaine was seated within arm’s reach.

“Ugh,” Blaine grumbled and rolled his eyes. “He’s such a douche.”

“Shaun or David?” Kurt queried, with half an eye on the television.

The brothers answered at the same time.

“Shaun.”

“David,” said Cooper.

“Hmph.” Kurt pursed his lips, his eyes wide. “Sometimes it’s hard to appreciate what good cooks they are because all I think about is shoving a sock in both their mouths,” he said with a judgmental nod.

Cooper exchanged an amused glance with his younger brother. Over the past week, Kurt’s sharp-tongued comments had sent at least one of them into a giggle fit on a daily basis. It was nice - knowing that the teenager was completely at ease.

Kurt would laugh and cook with either or both of them. With Blaine he had meaningful conversations about travel, education and Project Runway. Whereas Cooper was his sounding board about the here and now dealing with bills, insurance and the farm’s future. Cooper tried to take Kurt's mind off the mundane, teaching him how to sext and focusing on broadening his horizons in bed. But although Kurt only fucked Cooper, it was obvious that both his lover and his brother were attracted to one another.

Cooper only had to think back the previous week when he’d popped in for a quickie before rounds to know it was true. He’d ended up bending a very nude and eager Kurt over the kitchen counter, fucking him in the middle of their empty apartment.

Kurt, in the throes of crying to be fucked harder, had been oblivious to Blaine’s unannounced arrival. Cooper hadn’t missed a beat, his body smacking against Kurt’s. But as soon as Blaine’s bag had hit the floor along with his jaw, Kurt had realized that they were being watched. His body had stiffened for a split second in shock before his impatient ass pushed back into Cooper’s hands, yearning to be taken.

Cooper couldn’t ignore Blaine’s shocked eyes drinking them in. Nor how one of Kurt’s hands had stretched out across the glossy counter towards Blaine while the other disappeared between his legs. Kurt’s body had trembled as he’d rubbed at his clit and Cooper managed to tear his eyes away from his brother’s growing excitement. Instead his eyes watched his own cock, slick with Kurt’s juices. His hands had spread Kurt’s cheeks to watch his shaft sink into Kurt’s puffy pussy, filling him up.

Kurt had come first. His body coiled like a spring, his release exploded though him. Cooper had held tight, riding out every buck and delicious shudder of Kurt’s body. He pinned him then, against the counter, and fucked Kurt ruthlessly. He watched Kurt and Blaine watch each other. Kurt’s pussy tamped down on him. Cooper gritted out his orgasm, rising on his toes. He fucked every inch into Kurt, his balls pressed against the slippery split of him, unloading into him. By the time he had relaxed his grip and opened his eyes, Blaine was gone. His bedroom door flung shut carelessly in his wake.

Cooper wasn’t sure what had happened between them after he left - whether it was awkward or not. He knew for sure it hadn’t been physical - Kurt confirmed it by climbing him like a tree as soon as he’d gotten home, restless for sex.

But something had changed. Like a switch had been flipped in them both.

Blaine’s eyes began to follow Kurt everywhere, checking him out whenever he was in the room. Cooper didn’t believe his brother was completely aware of the habit. But unlike before, Blaine had stopped averting his eyes when Kurt caught his glance even when in Cooper’s arms (or lap), and he certainly wasn’t flustered when Cooper purposefully drew his attention to his staring.

Kurt seemed to revel in the attention. He spent more time wandering around in fewer clothes. Cooper’s shirts had become a staple after they’d fucked along with progressively skimpier underwear that he’d show off by ducking out to the kitchen or lounge to fetch something unnecessary. He was much flirtier when they were all together. He displayed more affection. All. The. Time. His hands were never far from Cooper; slipping under his shirt in a hug, rubbing his thigh when they sat, pressing up against him everywhere.

It was driving Cooper nuts - in all the wrong ways.

Usually he loved physical affection - he’d always been a hands-on kind of guy. He utterly enjoyed the way that Kurt craved sex. But he was beginning to wonder if there was anything more to them than practical advice and fucking. The blush of their mutual crushes had passed, giving way to the reality of a relationship. However, Cooper’s toes were a definitely chilly at the prospect. He knew it was absurd. And he wondered, not for the first time, if there was something wrong with him, if he’d ever be content in a relationship again.

Cooper glanced at Blaine again. His brother wasn’t even looking at the television. His tender gaze was trained on an unaware Kurt.

Blaine’s hazel eyes tracked every twitch and frown on Kurt’s face. Blaine smiled to himself secretly, his lashes splaying for a moment as he closed his eyes.

Cooper frowned. That wasn’t a look of lust.

Realization stung for a split second.

He pressed his lips to the top of Kurt’s head and squeezed him close. Perhaps he’d been fooling himself. Perhaps he wasn’t the Anderson that Kurt should be with. He would never be able to look at Kurt like that. He wasn’t sure that he was even capable of it anymore. At least, not romantically.

He thought about Sophia. If he was being honest, there wasn’t a day that went by when he didn’t think of her. Endless days in the French summer sun, kissing until they were breathless, hours in her arms studying her eyes, her lips, her skin. The thrill of love so much easier then, and yet he never thought that he’d ever lose it. That it would become unattainable. Illusive. But after twenty years, it had.

He mourned momentarily for everything he’d lost all those years ago. His youth. Her love. His heart.

It occurred to him that he had been holding back with Kurt, romantically and physically. That maybe Blaine could, in fact, give Kurt something that Cooper had overlooked. Something that was much less than love, but intimate nonetheless. Something that might make it clear who Kurt should be with.

Cooper tested the idea out in his head - probed his feelings on it. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt the way he thought it might. It wasn’t a defeat. It wasn’t a loss. It felt...right. Kurt deserved everything - especially the things that Cooper wouldn’t - couldn’t - give him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the triumphant noises of Kurt and Blaine as someone was eliminated from the T.V. show. He didn’t care who it was. But he knew an opportunity when he saw one. It would be a gamble, one that might blow up in his face but he had to try.

For Kurt’s sake.

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“What shall we watch next?” Blaine asked, idly flipping through the onscreen schedule.

“Actually Squirt, I need to ask your advice,” said Cooper.

“Huh?”

Cooper rearranged himself and Kurt to put some distance between them, forcing the teenager to sit up on his own. “About guys, I mean.”

Kurt stared at him with half a frown.

“Oh-kay,” Blaine said. “Shoot.”

“Well,” he chuckled to himself and rubbed the back of his neck. “This is kinda… I don’t usually have an issue with it but…” Blaine gulped, his eyebrows rose. “Well...It’s about kissing. French kissing.”

“What’s French kissing?” Kurt asked curiously, his head whipping side to side to look at them both.

“Uh, I’m sorry. What now?” Blaine blurted out.

“I want to know about French kissing too,” said Kurt matter-of-factly.

Blaine’s mouth fell open. He glared at Cooper. “Don’t tell me you haven’t-?”

“With Kurt? No.”

“What the hell?!” Blaine glanced at Kurt worriedly. “You guys go at it all the time! You… You never kiss?” He challenged. “That’s insane,” he muttered. “What kind of intimacy can you have if you never kiss?”

Kurt flinched. He answered before Cooper had the chance. “We do too!”

Blaine shot him an unconvinced glance. Cooper added guiltily, “Yeah but not with tongue.” Kurt frowned and turned to look at Cooper.

“Do you mean kissing or smooching?” He asked Cooper quietly.

“They’re the same thing,” Cooper mumbled in reply, his eyes still on his scandalized brother.

“Oh.” Kurt stared at the carpet. “W- Why not?” Blaine tilted his head in agreement and echoed the sentiment with wide eyes.

“I don’t know,” Cooper insisted. “It just felt weird in the beginning and then we just…didn’t.”

“But I like smooching!”

“You’ve done it before?” Cooper asked in surprise.

“Um…” Kurt blushed. “Kinda.”

“Your…friend?” Cooper asked hesitantly.

“No,” Kurt mumbled. His fingers toyed self-consciously with the cuff of his long-sleeved shirt. “But he wasn’t very good at it.”

Blaine frowned, his eyes darting between Cooper and Kurt.

“Blaine could show you exactly how it’s supposed to be.”

Blaine choked. “Wha-?”

Cooper cut him off. “I just mean that you’ve had plenty of experience French kissing guys, right? Out of the three of us, you are definitely the expert here.”

Kurt’s eyebrows rose hopefully. He batted his eyelashes at Cooper’s brother. “Ooh, yes please.”

Cooper smirked at Kurt’s excited reaction, and winked at Blaine as he bit his lip.

“I don’t, uh. That’s not- I mean, I do! But…” Blaine trailed off uncertainly. Cooper nodded his permission to make a move on Kurt. “Coop? Are- Are you sure?”

Kurt and Cooper answered together. “Yes.” Kurt edged a tiny bit closer to him, his hand coming to rest on Blaine’s knee. “Please?”

Blaine’s gaze fixed on Kurt. His eyes dropped to his lips and then away while he debated whether this was a good idea. Cooper’s hands tightened against his own thighs as anticipation grew.

Blaine swallowed heavily, his mind made up. He leaned in determinedly. Kurt followed suit, albeit with less certainty.

Blaine pressed forward. Kurt’s head tilted in the final seconds, accepting Blaine’s lips against his own. Their eyes slid shut and Blaine cupped Kurt’s face with gentle hands. His lips moved sure and slow, kissing Kurt’s open.

Kurt gasped. He found Blaine’s wrist and held tight, keeping him from pulling away. His kissed back hungrily, his lips parting and capturing Blaine’s. Kurt sniffed in sharp breath as Blaine’s tongue licked in. He moaned, his hand slipping downward to grip at Blaine’s shirt.

Cooper watched the them. The hypnotic push and pull of Kurt giving himself over to the kiss, and Blaine surging into it, wanting more.

“Oh,” Kurt sighed as they broke apart. “That was…” He swallowed hard and dragged in a deep breath. “Amazing.”

Cooper beamed because that was obviously an understatement for them both - exactly what he had hoped for.

Blaine’s cheeks flushed pink, his glassy eyes still trained on Kurt’s lips. He blinked slowly as if he were trying to wake from a dream.

“I think you’ve got the hang of it, babe,” Cooper said with a grin. Kurt leaned back, his head loose. He licked his lips and looked at Cooper with a sly smile.

“Is it your turn now?” Kurt asked breathlessly.

Cooper’s eyebrows shot upwards. He wondered how far Kurt wanted to take this, given his history of being with more than one guy at a time. “Ah. Sure.”

Kurt shifted to face him, his eyes drifting to Cooper’s mouth. He leaned in, taking the initiative, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Kurt’s hands settled on Cooper’s shoulders as he practiced his newly learned technique. He licked at the seam of Cooper’s lips, smiling when his mouth opened. They swiped tongues cautiously.

Cooper held back purposefully, wanting Kurt to break off and pursue a second kiss with his brother.

Kurt pulled back, frustrated. He took Cooper’s chin in hand and re-positioned his face, tilting him a little to the right. He tried again.

Cooper let him lead, his hands resting on Kurt’s waist. Kurt kissed him harder, trying to inject more passion into it, trying to re-create his experience with Blaine. Cooper darted his tongue in and out of Kurt’s mouth. It was not his ‘go to’ move by any means but Kurt’s intense enthusiasm was beginning to get him going, and he needed to take this slow if he wanted the situation to evolve.

Kurt sat back with a huff.

Cooper’s eyes opened. He looked past Kurt to check on Blaine, who was looking at him with skeptical disdain. Cooper shrugged and let the silent judgment slide, knowing he was doing this for the greater good.

Kurt cleared his throat. “That was…okay.” He glanced back to Blaine longingly. “Maybe I need more practice?”

Blaine huffed. “Actually, I think it’s Coop that needs the practice.”

“Oh!” Kurt’s eyes widened. “Yes! You’re so good Blaine. You two should definitely try it.”

Blaine breathed in so fast, he squeaked and coughed.

Cooper laid a hand on Kurt’s arm and gave a single shake of his head. “It’s not something family does with each other,” he said softly.

“R-right… Sorry.” A deep pink stained Kurt’s neck, nose and cheeks.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s easy to forget we’re brothers. After all I’m so much more handsome than he is,” Cooper said with a playful grin. Kurt blinked at him, pressing his lips together in a small grateful smile.

“You’re so full of crap,” Blaine grumbled.

“Don’t pay any attention to him,” Kurt said, moving closer to Blaine once again. He pressed a quick peck to his lips. “You’re a much better kisser than he is.”

Blaine shot Cooper a dangerous look as his arms circled Kurt’s waist. Cooper smirked but held silent while Kurt’s fingers curled around the back of Blaine’s neck.

“Didn’t you say something about needing more practice?” Blaine murmured.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Cooper’s eyes rolled at their cheesy flirting but once they had fallen into another deep kiss, he smiled. They were perfect for one another.

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