Such A Pretty Boy 4c
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/Burt/Kurt
Spoilers: S1 AU
Warnings: Incest, Dub-con, Daddy!Kink, Voyeurism, Slut Shaming, Bare Backing, Felching.
A/N: A continuation of the Such Good Boys franchise. This is a final part of the flashback as to how Burt met Blaine and how both Hummel men became involved with their neighbour’s son.
Part 4b
***
“Mphf, you’re kinda heavy, Blaine,” Kurt mumbled.
Blaine only groaned in response as he half slid off of Kurt’s body but was still able to cuddle into his best friend. Meanwhile Burt slumped down on the other side of him, throwing a bulky arm over Blaine’s back, making him shiver.
Hot breath blew against the back of his neck as Burt spoke quietly, “That was ‘mazing, Blainey. You’re such a good boy.”
Blaine felt slightly ridiculous as a small burst of pride fluttered in his chest at Mister Hummel’s words.
“Such a pretty boy. Isn’t he, baby?”
“Mmm hm, love you, Blainey,” Kurt added with a wet kiss to Blaine’s cheek. “Love you too, Daddy.”
***
Kurt rolled onto his side, closer to Blaine, as he wrapped an arm around his back. Even with his beautiful eyes closed, Blaine looked gorgeous and he couldn’t help but to press soft kisses to his lips as he waited for some sort of a response, but none came.
“Blaine?” Kurt whispered, resting their foreheads together as Burt snuggled in closer, spooning Blaine from behind.
“Let him be, Kurt. He’s had a big day and he’s been so good today,” Burt muttered as his hand squeezeed Blaine’s waist in reassurance.
“I just want to know that he’s alright, Daddy. That we’re alright.”
“He’ll be fine, baby. ‘Specially now, ‘cos now he has both of us to love him.”
***
Blaine floated. He smelt the sweet scent of Kurt’s shampoo and he felt the rumble in Burt’s chest as he spoke. Their words washed over him as he realized that he has never felt more cared for, even in this oddest of situations. He hesitated to speak though, to put Kurt’s mind at rest, because he was still reeling from everything that had just happened and clearly has been happening between Kurt and his dad for a while. He needed to speak to Kurt alone, tomorrow maybe, once he's had the chance to process it.
Even though he could barely think or move his body, he let his lips move against Kurt’s. It wasn't really a kiss as such, more like a long press of their lips together, enough simply to say, ‘I’m still here - with you’.
***
In the end they all sleep tangled up together in Burt’s bed.
Kurt got up before sleep fully claimed him while Blaine dozed. He went to lock up the house, get a drink and to sent a text to his friend’s mom, telling her that Blaine would be staying over and would be home in the morning.
While it’s just the two of them, Burt made sure to keep Blaine snuggled close, pecking small kisses along the scar on his shoulder.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this, kid.”
Kiss.
“But I can’t say that I’m sorry this happened.”
Kiss.
“I won’t get in the way of you and my boy. You’ll still be friends, best friends, and you can still play together as much as you want, just sometimes, I....well, I’ll play too.”
Kiss.
“I care about you, Blainey. Don’t ever forget that.”
Kiss.
The tightness in Blaine’s chest relaxed a little as he listened as Mister Hummel spoke. He was worried that this would be the end of his alone time with Kurt, that his friendship with Kurt was over, that everything would now revolve around sex - sex with three of them together. Every. Single. Time. He didn't want that. He wanted Kurt. Only Kurt. Wanted them to be together, to be boyfriends, to be everything to one another. But now, he realized, that vision of his future was out of his reach, that he had competition for every single aspect of life with Kurt and that this was a fight he couldn't win. Not against Kurt’s own dad. Not when Kurt seemed to want it like this.
It wasn’t until Kurt climbed back into bed and curled into him again that he let his breathing even out and sleep take him. They would talk tomorrow. They would make this work. He wouldn’t let Kurt go, even if it meant that he had to share him, even if it meant he’d have to sacrifice a part of himself.
***
His eyelashes fluttered in the weak light as the bed moved under him.
“Hey.”
“Hey you.” Propping himself up on an elbow, Blaine squinted as his body twisted, looking for Kurt’s dad.
“He’s at work. It’s Saturday, remember?”
“Oh.”
“Are-are you okay?”
“I guess?” He shook his head in confusion, “I don’t know. I-we need to talk.”
Kurt bit his lip as his brow crinkled with worry. “Can we have breakfast first?”
Blaine laughed softly and slumped back down on the bed. “Sounds like a plan.”
***
After their talks today, both after breakfast and later on, once Blaine had gone home to shower, went out to see his grandparents and tidied his room, Kurt was now certain that his best friend wasn’t about to run screaming in the opposite direction. That, in fact, he was willing to share Kurt just as he himself was willing to share Blaine, in order to keep each other in their lives. Of course, that reassurance didn’t stop him from being a little needy and as soon as the opportunity presented itself that afternoon, Kurt jumped at the chance to spend the night at Blaine’s place.
In theory, he’s supposed to be fast asleep on the air mattress but the reality was that he was in Blaine’s bed, writhing under his lover’s weight as they make love stealthily, trying not to get caught by Blaine’s parents.
***
The tension in Blaine’s body had his muscles screaming as he tried to keep his thrusts into Kurt slow and even, keeping the bed from creaking too much. Swallowing each other’s moans as their pace barely quickened, they both came as quietly as possible, gasping into each other’s necks.
Just in case his friend’s mom does a bed check later, Kurt made sure pull his pyjama top back on before he settled his head on Blaine’s chest.
“Kurt? What’s going to happen on Monday?” Blaine asked in a timid voice.
“Huh?” he said quietly, stretching his neck to look up at his friend.
“At the shop. With your dad.”
“Um, I-I don’t know,”
“D’ya think he’ll...”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so, though.”
Blaine remains silent.
“Why don’t I stop by the shop after school?”
“After glee club?”
“Nuh uh, after school. And if you don’t want to be there, I can take you home, ‘kay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Blaine?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Kurt.”
***
“Hi, Kurt!”
“Wow, you’re in a good mood. Everything okay?”
“Everything’s great. It’s been really hectic but really good. I even did an oil change on my own!”
“Huh, so I didn’t need to skip glee after all?”
“Well....I wouldn’t say that,” Blaine said as he smirked at his friend and grabbed his hand.
“Dad, Blaine’s going on break!”
“Just be back in ten minutes, boys.”
The back door slammed as Blaine pushed Kurt up against the wall and kissed him hard.
“I’m guessing you missed me,” Kurt laughed.
Blaine responded by slotting a leg between Kurt’s and kissed him roughly again.
“Wait, baby. Slow down. What happened today?”
Blaine backed off a little but left his arms draped around Kurt’s waist.
“I thought it would be really weird today. I mean, when I got into your dad’s truck this morning, I- um, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Like, if he was going to jump me or something.”
Kurt frowns. “He’s not an animal, Blaine.”
“Uh, yeah I know but Friday was just so....” weird, creepy, a bit scary actually “...unexpected. But, he was normal. I mean, the whole day’s been really normal. Well, aside from being busier than usual. He-he hasn’t said anything about it or done anything to make me feel uncomfortable and I guess I just was expecting something else, that’s all,” Blaine explained.
“So, you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you, though, for coming in early. I really did miss you today,” he said smiling. “Y’know what’s weird though?”
“Your penchant for grinding while up against uncomfortable surfaces?”
Blaine huffed out a chuckle. “Whatever, you love it,” he said and shook his head before continuing, “No, I was going to say that your dad has let me do so much more in the shop today and on my own. It’s like he trusts me all of a sudden or something.”
Kurt smiled as he rolled his eyes fondly. “I’m pretty sure he trusted you before today, Blaine. He’s very protective of me and it’s not like he lets me play with just any old body. Anyway, he’s always telling me how much you’re learning here, how clever you are and I know he cares about you, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm, now are you gonna give me some sugar or what?”
“Oh yeah I am.”
***
The next couple of days passed exactly the same at the shop and the only time Burt touched Blaine was to squeeze his shoulder every time he tells him he’s done a good job, which made the teen smile stupidly and that in turn, made Burt’s stomach flip but he made sure to keep his distance.
On Wednesday, after work, Burt pulled the car into his driveway and let Blaine clamber out, as usual, to collect their mail because Kurt was still at glee p.ractice, as he parked and closed up the garage.
“Thanks, kid”
Blaine shrugged as he handed the mail over.
“Y’know, you’ve been doing a bang up job at the shop this week, kid. I’m real proud of you, Blaine.”
The teen ducked his head as a grin overtook his face.
“T-thanks, Mister Hummel.”
“I think we’re gonna have to get you working on some new things, yeah? I’ll get Matty to show you how to clear those fuel lines tomorrow and then you an’ I can get started on that flaky starter motor.”
Blaine nodded as Burt clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re such a good boy, Blaine. I’ll be sure ‘n tell your dad just how much you’ve been helping me out. G’on now, I bet your Mom has dinner waiting for ya.”
A corner of Blaine’s mouth twitched in a crooked smile. “Yessir. I’ll see you Friday?”
“Bright ‘n early, kiddo.”
***
Blaine stumbled through the Hummel’s front door a little earlier than usual on Friday morning, hoping to get a cup of coffee before they had to leave for work.
He wandered through the kitchen doorway and was suddenly transported back to the week before because Mister Hummel was clearly getting the blowjob of his life. Again.
“Fuck! Take that fuckin’ cock, baby.” He groaned lustily. “Oh Jesus. Your mouth feels so good, Kurtie”
Blaine choked quietly in realization that it was Kurt on his knees last Wednesday. He’d forgotten all about it after last Friday night. Even though that knowledge unsettled him slightly, Blaine's cock stirred as he walked closer, unable to stop himself.
“Mmm Blaine, look how good he looks on his knees.”
Blaine finally came to a stop on the other side of the kitchen island, standing a little behind Kurt, who was kneeling in his PJs, hair askew as his father held handfuls of it while he thrust into his son’s mouth.
“Such a pretty little cockslut, aren’t you baby?” When there’s no reply, Burt pulled his dick out of the willing mouth in front of him. “Say hello to Blainey, baby boy.”
With the grip on his hair suddenly slack, Kurt tipped his head back, eyed Blaine upside down and grinned. “Good morning, Blainey”, he said happily as he puckered his lips for a kiss.
Blaine darted forward, bending, to plant a smooch on Kurt’s wet pink lips.
Kurt let his hands drop from his father’s thighs and he reached up, before Blaine could step back, to make grabby hand motions at him.
Grinning, Blaine stayed close as he smacked noisy kisses on Kurt’s upside down mouth.
Burt groaned at the sight. “C’mere, baby” he said gruffly as he pulled Kurt up under his armpit and turned him to face the island. “Hot ‘lil fuck, teasing me in my own kitchen,” he muttered as he yanked Kurt’s pyjama pants down. He pushed his son to bend over the clear island as he spat on his hand.
“I’ll show you how it’s done, Blainey,” Burt mumbled as he plunged his wet fingers into his boy’s asshole which made Kurt whoop in surprised delight.
“Uh, I want that cock, Daddy!”
Burt grinned at Blaine and chuckled at his shocked expression while he twisted his fingers inside his son. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Please, please, please!”
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna fuck you real good, Kurtie.”
Blaine breathed hard as Mister Hummel spat in his hand again, lined his slick thick cock up and shoved into Kurt.
“Oh!” Kurt howled, “Oh, fuck me, Daddy!”
“Fuck, yeah. Taking it like a champ, son. My good little boy.”
Blaine’s cock throbbed as he watched Mister Hummel pound into Kurt like an unforgiving freight train. He squeezed his dick through his jeans and watched them fuck for a few more minutes before he had to pull his own dick out to give it a couple of strokes.
Burt saw Blaine pumping his flushed cock out of the corner of his eye and made a sudden move towards him. Withdrawing from his son’s ass, he pulled Blaine closer by an arm, gripped his hips and lifted him to sit on the island. He then pulled Kurt over so Blaine’s dick was in his face and pushed himself back into his son’s tight hole.
“Oh God, Kurt,” Blaine gasped as his friend hungrily devoured his cock. He leaned back on his arms, tipped his head back and let out a throaty groan of pleasure.
Burt’s heavy wheezing grunts drowned out any moaning coming from Kurt and it made Blaine’s head spin as heat builds in his veins. He dropped his head back to his chest to watch Kurt’s head bob, then he lifted his gaze to watch Mister Hummel fuck his best friend.
Their eyes lock as Burt’s thrusts continued to pick up pace. He furiously fucked into his boy and he started to bellow when his orgasm raced through him. “Oh Godamit. Fuck! Fuck!” Burt swore as he rammed into Kurt one last time. He kept his hips snug against his son as he jerked the last spurts of cum inside his boy and rested his hands on his son’s hips. “Sexy little fucks, the pair of you”, Burt sighed as he cooled down. He stroked his son’s side with one hand and wiped sweat from his brow with the other.
Kurt lifts his head from Blaine’s crotch and whines about his own dick that was being left neglected.
Burt chuckled and slapped his ass hard. “Don’t whine, baby. I’m sure Blainey will be happy to clean you up, won’t you boy?”
Blaine’s mouth quirked into a smile as Burt pulled out of Kurt and they moved back to let him off the counter. Blaine crouched behind Kurt before he realized that he was actually going to suck Mister Hummel’s cum out of Kurt. He paused for a second until he decided that it was not so different from licking his own cum from Kurt’s ass, which he has done so many times that he’s lost count. He knew this was one of Kurt’s favorite things, so he pulled his best friend’s cheeks apart and started to lap against the tightening ring of muscles.
Kurt braced himself against his Daddy as Blaine started to fuck his tongue in and out of his entrance.
“Oh, oh, Blainey. Ohhh, fuck.”
“You like that, don’t you baby boy?”
Oh yes. He’s so good, Daddy,” Kurt panted as he buried his face into his Daddy’s armpit.
Burt spat on his hand and groped for Kurt’s swinging pink dick before he started to pump him hastily.
“Uh, Daddy! Oh, oh my God. Oh Blainey. Bl-Blaine!” Kurt cried out as his cum dribbled over his Daddy’s fist.
Blaine pulled away from Kurt’s ass and seized Mister Hummel’s sullied hand. He licked at the streaks of Kurt’s cum and sucked each finger into his wet mouth, cleaning it all up.
Burt laughed, enchanted, as Blaine rubbed his face against his spit-slick hand. He captured the boy’s chin in his hand. “C’mere, Blainey. Let me see what Kurt tastes like,” he said, smiling as he drew Blaine to his feet. He crashed his mouth against the teen. His tongue delved deeply into Blaine’s mouth as he chased the taste of his boy.
Blaine stumbled forward a little as Kurt moved away. His cock ached for release as he gripped the breast pockets on Mister Hummel’s flannel shirt tightly.
Burt pulled back a little and watched Blaine chase his lips. “You gonna be a good boy for me, Blainey?”
Blaine blinked at him, dazed. “Yeah?”
“You like this?” Burt asked as he found the boy’s cock and tugged it slowly.
“Yeah.”
“Talk to me properly, Blainey. You want me to make you cum?”
Blaine swallowed and licked his lips as the meaty hand that was on his cock, retreated. “Yessir”
“That’s better.” Burt nodded as he flipped his hand up the other way and gripped Blaine’s dick so that he can pump him more comfortably. He leaned back in to kiss the neighbor’s teenage son.
Blaine couldn't stop the moans that escaped from his mouth as the older man's tongue flicked against his own. The strong hand wrapped around his cock flew over his length and made his knees buckle slightly as his sac started to tighten.
“Ah, ah, Sir!”
“C’mon, Blainey. Be a good boy an’ cum for me.”
"Uh, oh. Ohhh!”
Burt stroked Blaine through his climax, even as streaks of cum striped up the inside of his arm.
A strong hand clasps Blaine's head to the older man's chest momentarily as he got his breath back before the cum-streaked arm was held up and presented to him, like a gift. Blaine dragged in a long breath before he licked up each stripe in solid strokes, tongue flat, as it slid against Burt’s skin. He scooped it all up and held it in his mouth.
“Is that for me, boy?”
Blaine nodded minutely and opened his mouth, showing the pool of pearly cum on his tongue. He gasped as his best friend's father swooped in and pulled his tongue into his own mouth and began to suck on it lustily. Their lips smacked as they broke apart, breathless.
“Such a greedy ‘lil cumslut.”
Blaine grinned, because yes, yes he is.
Fin
Part 5