Such A Pretty Boy 4a
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/Burt/Kurt
Spoilers: S1 AU
Warnings: Incest, Dub-con (in a big way folks), Sexual Abuse, Daddy!Kink, Voyeurism, Slut Shaming, First Time.
A/N: A continuation of the Such Good Boys franchise. This is a flashback as to how Burt met Blaine and how both Hummel men became involved with their neighbor’s son.
***
The first time Burt met Blaine he was already curled up on their couch with Kurt watching some reality show. He stood at the lounge doorway watching the boys whisper and giggle to one another and wondered where this lovely curly haired teen had come from and how had he managed to enchant his son so easily.
Clearing his throat while still standing in the doorway, Burt watched as his son’s hand tightened around the other boy's. “Who’s your new friend, Kurt?”
“Hi Dad, this is our new neighbor, Blaine. He just got out of the hospital last week.”
Blaine straightened himself up on the couch and made to get up to greet his new friend’s father.
“No need to get up, boy,” Burt offered as he stepped closer and perched on the edge of the couch. “I didn’t realize our new neighbors had a son. How did you manage to get yourself into hospital, Blaine?”
“Mister Hummel,” Blaine nodded in greeting before he grimaced and started to tell his story.
***
The next time he saw Blaine, it was a Friday afternoon a week or so later, and both boys were lying across his son’s bed flicking through fashion magazines with music blaring in the background.
As he walked down the basement stairs, he watched his son’s face light up as Blaine pointed something out in one of the magazines. Kurt’s hand pushed the other boy’s shoulder with a friendly shove, making Blaine roll over on his back smiling. Kurt grinned and followed his movement with his own body as he leaned over to tickle his friend, making Blaine yelp in an undignified fashion as he sat up quickly holding his hand against his side.
“Oh my gosh, Blaine! I’m so sorry,” Kurt cried before he crawled over to his friend and rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades.
“You boys okay?”
“Um, hi Mister Hummel. Yeah, I’m okay. My ribs are just still a bit tender.”
Burt nodded solemnly. “You staying for dinner, kid?”
Blaine’s brows furrowed. “I thought Friday night dinners were just for family?” he asked, looking to Kurt for confirmation.
“I’m sure Kurt won’t mind, will you son?”
Kurt grinned at his dad and squeezed Blaine’s bicep. “Oh, it’ll be great Daddy! And I’ll make your favorite dessert, Blaine!”
***
About a month later Burt dropped back into the house mid-morning on a Saturday to pick up the wallet that he’d left on the kitchen counter before he’d headed off to work. The house was unusually silent; normally Kurt had music playing, the TV on or the sewing machine going. Burt stood at the top of his son’s bedroom stairs, his ear cocked, listening for trouble before he heard a low moan of pleasure. His eyebrows shot upwards as he descended the stairs as quietly as possible.
On the bed he spotted the now best friends engaged in some serious, yet fully clothed, making out. His son lay over top of the other boy, rolling his hips continuously, just as he had taught him. Blaine’s legs were splayed wide, bent at the knee, grunting as his head lolled on a pillow.
“Oh Kurt. You feel so good,” Blaine gasped.
“Mmm, Blainey. Will you let me touch you?”
“God, yes.”
“So sexy, baby. You like that?” Kurt asked as he slipped his hand into the other boy’s pants and around Blaine’s erect cock.
“Gah, fuck! Ohhh.”
Burt backed up the stairs silently knowing Kurt would share the details later during their playtime.
***
“Daddy!”
“Fuck, ride me hard, baby,” Burt demanded, panting as Kurt bounced faster on his hefty dick. He grunted loudly as he pumped a heavy load of hot cum into his son’s ass.
“Daddy? Aren’t you gonna touch me, Daddy? I wanna cum too. Please?” Kurt whined into his Daddy’s neck.
“You haven’t told me what happened this morning with your ‘lil friend, baby.”
Kurt froze. How did Daddy know?
Burt chuckled, feeling the tension in his baby’s body. “You know you can’t keep anything from me, kiddo.”
“I-I-He’s so nice, Daddy. So handsome! And he likes me too.”
“But we don’t do that sort of stuff with boys we just like, do we?”
“But I-I love him, Daddy. His kisses taste like cinnamon and he’s so kind and beautiful. And every time I touched him, he came alive!”
“Did he?”
Kurt nodded.
“So, what did you two do this morning then?”
“Uh, Daddy, touch me,” Kurt whined as he wriggled in his Daddy’s lap.
“Tell me and I’ll play with you, baby.”
As Kurt whispered the details of the kissing and frottage that had taken place, Burt kept his promise, stroking his son’s dick slowly. “What else, baby?”
“I touched his cock,” Kurt said proudly. “He’s so big, Daddy. Just like you.”
“Is that so? Did you fuck him, baby?”
“Nuh uh. But I did suck his cock until he came all over my face. It tasted really good, too.”
Burt’s hand stopped mid-stroke. “Really? Did he suck yours, baby?”
“Nope. He’s never done anything like that before and he seemed pretty nervous about it. But he did use his hand on me and then he licked my cum off his hand and off my face!” Kurt said happily. “Daddy,” Kurt whined again as he wrapped his own hand around his Daddy’s and tried to restart the stroking of his cock.
“Such a good boy, Kurtie,” Burt groaned as he rolled his son onto his back, his dick stiff once more, sliding back into his baby’s fuckhole for another round.
“Oh, Daddy, yeah.”
***
A fortnight went by before Kurt pounced on his Daddy once he’d slumped into his chair after another Saturday at work, beer in hand. "Guess what happened today, Daddy?”
Burt laughed at his son’s delight as he put down his drink, “What’s going on?”
“Blaine told me he loved me today and we fucked!”
“Really? What happened?” Burt asked, intrigued.
“We were just lying there kissing and snuggling on my bed when he told me that I was his best friend, which I already knew, and then he said that I was beautiful and that he loved me. Of course, I said it back and then I took off all his clothes. Oh, Daddy! He has a little bit of hair growing on his chest now!”
Burt laughed gently as his hands cupped and squeezed Kurt’s ass making his son wince. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, Blaine just fucked me really hard today, is all.”
“Oh, he fucked you, huh? Did you like it, Kurtie?”
“Uh huh. I told you he has a huge dick, Daddy. I guess he got a bit excited ‘cos it was his first time and it was over kinda quick but I made sure we did it some more, so he could get a bit of practise.”
“Mmm, you shower yet?”
“Nope. Blaine only just left before you got home.”
“Show me that used ‘lil hole, baby.”
“Daddy?”
“C’mon, baby boy. Show me your slutty ‘lil fuckhole.”
Kurt grinned. “Only if you kiss it, Daddy.”
Moaning, Burt quickly agreed as he pushed his son to stand and strip.
Naked, Kurt pointed his ass at his Daddy and bent over to touch his toes.
“Oh Kurtie....fuck. Look at you; you’ve got a puffy little boypussy. Jesus, how many times did you boys fuck today?” Burt groaned as he rubbed a moistened thumb over his son’s abused rim.
Kurt shrugged as best he could in his current position, “Um, I lost count after the fifth time, Daddy. But that was before we stopped for a late lunch.”
Burt choked, “But it’s after six and Blaine just left thirty minutes ago.”
“Uh huh,” Kurt said nonplussed. He knew that Blaine had reamed him good today and, so often in fact, that the last couple of rounds had resulted in both boys cumming dry.
“Ah Daddy, yeah lick it,” Kurt sighed as he shoved his ass into his father’s face.
Burt happily obliged, using his tongue to scoop out Blaine’s cum from his baby’s stretched asshole. “Mmm, baby. Your boy tastes so good. You don’t mind sharing, do you? I’d like to taste it from the source, one day.”
“Oh more, please” Kurt sighed, “Lick some more.”
***
“So Blaine, that’s the deal. Whadda ya think?”
“M-Mister Hummel, that’s so generous! Thank you, so much.” Blaine blurted out before his father interrupted.
“Mr Hummel-"
“Call me Burt, please.”
“Burt, thank you, but I don’t think that my son can manage working in your shop every day. His ribs and shoulder are still healing,” Mr Anderson stated stiffly.
Burt huffed out a breath somewhat amused. “As I understand it, our sons have been working together on Blaine’s abs and his stamina,” he paused to glance at Blaine, who just stared at him slightly alarmed, before he continued, “Look, it doesn’t have to be every day if you feel Blaine’s not up to it but I thought that he might want to do something constructive with his days until school starts, get a bit of work experience and earn a little money while he’s at it.”
***
“So, honey...how was work today?” Mrs Anderson asked her son over the dinner table.
“It’s been awesome, Mom. I’ve got my own overalls and Mister Hummel has me shadowing him this week.”
“My Dad says that he’s been working really hard and that Blaine could start full-time whenever he wants until he’s ready for school,” Kurt added.
“That’s excellent to hear, Blaine. I think, however, you’ll stick to three days a week so that you can get a start on Dalton’s reading list,” Mr Anderson stated.
“Of course, Father. I’ll let Mister Hummel know.”
“When are you starting at Dalton, Blaine?” Kurt wondered aloud.
“Oh, he’ll be starting as a Sophomore next semester,” Mrs Anderson answered for her son.
***
He hadn’t really thought anything of it the first time. After all, space was pretty limited with both guys working in between the wall and the car. But this was the third time today that Burt had reached behind and across him to grab a tool from the large toolbox on the other side of Blaine, virtually pinning him to the car, feeling the warm weight of the man leaning against him. A thought itched in the back of his mind without really forming as Mister Hummel seemingly gave up and walked around the car to search the toolbox properly.
Blaine enjoyed his day on/day off hours at the workshop. He got on with all the guys, sometimes he even ate lunch with Mister Hummel and he was learning a lot even though he was just keeping the place tidy and answering the phone. On the days where there was no football practise, Puck would show up and help out. Blaine wasn’t sure exactly what Puck was responsible for as sometimes Mister Hummel took him into his office so they could work together and sometimes Puck helped out on the cars with the other mechanics.
A couple of days a week Kurt would show up at the workshop after school and he’d drag Blaine out the back to trade kisses or, if they were feeling particularly frisky, handjobs before he would head into the office to see his Dad.
But most of all, Blaine was particularly happy that he didn’t have to work on a Saturday. It meant that he could race through his chores at home before heading over to climb into bed with Kurt without fear of interruption. Saturdays quickly became his favourite day of the week, knowing that Kurt would let Blaine fuck him to heaven and back. Lately, Kurt had been practising fingering Blaine and he in turn had tried rimming Kurt, both of which they’d found brought on wonderfully explosive orgasms and between the two of them, they were quickly becoming insatiable.
***
That Wednesday started out like any other; he headed over to the neighbors to catch a ride to the workshop with Mister Hummel. He didn’t bother knocking, knowing the front door was unlocked and that both Hummel men would most likely be in the kitchen talking about their plans for the day over coffee. Except today, he made it to the kitchen doorway and froze. Mister Hummel was standing side on, seeming alone with his coffee cup still in hand, his lower half hidden by the kitchen island.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Suck it, baby.”
Blaine’s eyes widened.
The sound of slurping and gagging filled the otherwise silent room.
Blaine’s mouth dropped open in shock, his feet frozen in place.
“Such a hot little slut. You gonna swallow me down, baby?”
“Mm hmm,” a muffled mystery voice agreed.
“Ah, fuck. Take it baby. Yeah, fuck!”
The coffee cup banged onto the counter as Mister Hummel went to grab the mystery person’s head and seemed to thrust in deep. A raw cough followed.
Mister Hummel looked down at the person fondly. “Such a pretty ‘lil cumslut, aren’t you.”
Suddenly looking up, Mister Hummel spotted Blaine standing nervously in the doorway. “Oh hey, boy. You ready?” The sound of his zip being done up woke Blaine from his stupor.
Blaine looked at his best friend’s father blankly, “Uh huh.”
“Well alrighty then,” Mister Hummel agreed as he walked towards him and links their arms together. Picking up the car keys, they headed out, closing the door behind them.
All day, Blaine watched Mister Hummel quietly waiting for...something, an explanation or even an apology but absolutely nothing was said about what he had walked in on that morning.
***
“Does your Dad have a girlfriend?”
“Umm, nope.”
“Oh.”
“Hey, Daddy’s out getting groceries, wanna play?”
Blaine grinned, knowing that Kurt meant that they should do something sexual. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”
“Maybe...something like this?” Kurt squealed happily as he pounced on Blaine, pushing a hand down his pants immediately. They both laughed as they wrestled each other while stripping clothing off. Soon enough both boys were panting and hard.
“Let’s sixty-nine, Blainey. I want to taste you, baby,” Kurt said breathily as he pulled Blaine’s body over his.
They didn’t hear the car pull up outside or the front door open as all their attention was focused on each other. Nor did they hear Burt as he wandered down the stairs idly flipping through the mail.
Stopping at the foot of the stairs, he watched the neighbor’s son writhe against his baby boy’s body. Burt stared, entranced as the muscles in his bum clenched with each thrust, his dick clearly fucking in and out of his son’s mouth. He wondered what the boy tasted like and when he would get the chance to find out. Burt cleared his throat loudly and held back a chuckle as Blaine practically launched himself off of Kurt and grabbed a pillow to cover his dick with.
“Daddy!” Kurt admonished as he lay propped up on his elbows, his hard wet dick twitching, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Kurt,” his father replied evenly, “Blaine.”
“You’re s’posed to knock, Dad,” Kurt pretended to grump.
Burt cocked an eyebrow at his son before giving Blaine the once over. “Play time’s over, son. Time for you to head home, Blaine.”
“Yessir!”
Blaine jumped off the bed, grasping the pillow to his front as he ran around wildly finding his clothes and trying to pull them on one handed once he realized that his friend’s father wasn’t going to leave. Eventually he turned his back to Kurt’s Dad, dropped the pillow and pulled on his underwear and jeans, glancing apologetically every so often at Kurt who had pulled himself up into a cross legged position on the bed.
“I-I’ll call you later, Kurt, ‘kay?” he mumbled as he pulled his polo shirt over his head.
Kurt hopped off the bed, still unashamedly naked, handed him his shoes and kissed him on the cheek sweetly. “You better, Blainey,” he said softly.
“S-sorry Mister Hummel.”
“G’on, get out of here, kid,” Burt said fondly, ruffling his curly hair as Blaine pushed past him and bolted out of the house.
Burt turned back to his son, watching him stroke himself.
“C’mere, Kurtie.”
Kurt sidled up to his father “Yes, Daddy?”
“Gimme some sugar, baby.”
Kurt laughed before opening his mouth slightly to receive his Daddy’s kiss, tongues sliding together immediately.
“Hmm, I really like your boy, baby.”
Kurt giggled, leaning into his father as Burt’s hand took over stroking his son’s pretty pink cock. “My boy...mmm, I like the sound of that, Daddy.”
“I know, Kurtie, but don’t get carried away. You know the rules.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kurt says rolling his eyes as he parrots off the short list, “No boyfriends. Only play with boys I love and who love me. No secrets and no closed doors. Share my toys. Do as Daddy says.”
“Good boy. Wanna finish what you started with Blainey?”
Kurt grinned. “Are you going to suck me too, Daddy?”
***
“Uh, uh, uh.”
“Oh my God, such a hot little fuck.”
“Ohhh, harder!”
“Look at you. Your ‘lil hole is so greedy, baby.”
Blaine stood stock still in the Hummel’s hallway, having come over via the back yard to spend some time with Kurt after work; he still had a hand on the back door when he’d heard them. He didn’t know what to do. It couldn’t be what he was imaging, surely.
“Ah, Daddy, Daddy, more!”
“Oh my baby boy! You like my cock, baby? Huh?”
The sounds of their skin slapping together as Kurt wailed made Blaine’s heart sink. It was exactly what he thought it was. Suddenly he realised why Mister Hummel insisted on Kurt not having a boyfriend. He already had one - his father. Bile rose in Blaine’s throat as he listened to them continue to fuck. He felt the need to leave immediately. Turning to exit, a gust of wind caught the partially open door, ripping it from his sweaty hand and slamming it shut in front of him. He was trapped.
Part 4b