Such A Comfort To Me 5a
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Burt/Kurt (in this part)
Spoilers: 4x04
Warnings: Incest, Daddy!Kink, Bare Backing, Over Stimulation, Comfort Sex
Summary: A continuation of the Such Good Boys franchise. This is a flash-forward to post-break-up in 4x04 to fill this GKM prompt which fits perfectly into my ‘verse. Burt and Kurt have comfort sex after Kurt breaks up with Blaine in New York.
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Burt’s cell vibrated again in his pocket, making his brow crinkle with concern. That was the third call in a row. Someone really wanted to speak with him but didn’t want to leave a message. He excused himself from the meeting room and pulled his phone out as he looked for a more private corner in the hotel lobby. Looking down at his phone, he spotted three missed calls from his boy and hit the dial button immediately.
“Kurt? You okay, kiddo?”
“Daddy,” his son sniffled down the phone line.
“W-what is it?”
“Bl-Blaine,” Kurt’s voice wavered. “He-he ch-” An ugly sob crackled over the line before Kurt took a shuddering breath.
“Daddy, we broke up,” he whispered.
***
Four hours later Burt was in a cab, headed for his son’s apartment in Bushwick. He’d left the blue-ribbon government panel for arts education in D.C. to fend for themselves for a day or two.
He stared out the window, watching schools and houses flash by, wondering what had been going through Blaine’s mind in order for things to get to this point. He rubbed a tired hand over his face. He’d have to make some time to go and see the boy at Dalton to find out what the hell was going on.
Burt frowned then as he realized that he couldn’t quite remember the last time they’d been together, just the two of them or even the three of them, let alone when Blaine had last been over to the house. Sometime over the summer, no doubt, before Burt had left for Washington and Kurt for New York. His gut twisted with uncertainty. When did life get so goddamn busy?
Looking back, he knew the answer. Getting involved in McKinley’s annual musical production for the second year running, being a sponsor and a chaperone for the glee club’s trip to Regionals (for the Warblers) and to Nationals (for the New Directions) had led to Burt’s involvement in the arts education government panel and before he knew it, Matty was managing his garage most days while Burt was in Washington, D.C.
Matty had even hired one of his son’s former classmates, Finn, to work in the shop once Puckerman had moved out to LA after graduation. And even though the lanky kid had pretty much put the kybosh on Burt’s short lived relationship with the boy’s mom, Carole, due to a nasty confrontation with Kurt a couple of years ago, Burt didn’t hold any grudges. He’d simply put it down to bad timing and a bad attitude, willing to give the kid some space to grow up and move out before he got involved with his mom again. After that, the house had become a veritable zoo of kids in his son’s last years of high school, with Rachel spending a lot of time there and Sam moving in for a bit. And, of course, Blaine, who Burt had informally adopted as his own, what with all the time that kid’s parents spent travelling or at work. The boy spent most of his time at boarding school or in Kurt’s room. Or, at least he had, until this past summer.
Burt knew the reality of his son leaving for New York had weighed heavily on Blaine, and the boy’s new friendship with a tall smug Dalton kid had left Kurt infuriated, but he didn’t think their relationship would crash and burn quite so soon after Kurt had moved away. But clearly a lot had happened in the past two months that Burt wasn’t aware of. Nevertheless, his mission today was to let his son know that everything would be alright, no matter how much it hurt right now, that he was still loved and that he was not alone.
He checked the calendar on his phone - he’d be back in Ohio early next week. Pursing his lips, he made the decision there and then to see Blaine as soon as he could get over to Westerville. He wanted to get to the bottom of this and he knew that his other boy must also be hurting too, especially if, as Kurt had said, they’d broken up because Blaine had cheated.
***
As the loft’s door slid back, Kurt threw himself into his father’s arms, which made him stumble for a moment.
“Whoa. Steady there, kiddo.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Kurt apologized as he backed off quickly and grabbed the suitcase, hauling it inside and closing the door.
“Kurt.”
“Dad. I-I,” his voice broke immediately and he cut himself off as he looked away from his father. Kurt’s chin trembled as he took a deep breath to keep his composure but suddenly his face crumpled as a fat tear skidded off his cheek and fell away.
“Oh, baby. C’mere, c’mon, come to Daddy,” Burt cooed as he wrapped his arms around his son’s heaving shoulders. “That’s it, bud. Let it all out. Shhh.” Burt soothed and stroked his boy’s back as Kurt bawled loudly against his shoulder.
“I don’t understand why, D-Daddy. I just-It makes no sense. W-Why? Why would he do this to me? To us?” he hiccupped between sobs.
Burt didn’t answer but simply held Kurt tighter as his son’s breathing evened out before several spontaneous rounds of sobbing broke out and died away again. “Where’s Rachel?”
“Out for a while. Um, with Brody, I think.”
Burt nodded as his arms fell away from Kurt. “So where should I put my bag, kiddo?”
“Uh, oh. Here, in my room,” he led the way into the room and motioned to a corner where the suitcase could be parked as he slumped onto the bed. Kurt watched his father turn around and take a step closer to him. He almost reached out for his Daddy’s belt buckle instinctively but stopped himself as his bottom lip quivered again.
Sighing, Burt toed off his dress shoes and lay back against the pillows, his arms held wide. “C’mere, baby.”
Kurt crawled up the bed to lay his head on his Daddy’s chest. He snuggled in, still sniffling.
Eventually, his son’s breathing evened out to a slow rhythm as he fell asleep. Poor kid, if the bags under his eyes were anything to go by, he clearly needed to rest for a while. Burt plumped a pillow behind him, getting comfortable as he settled in for a nap as well.
***
Kurt drifted awake to the feeling of hands trailing over his bare skin and lips affixed to a nipple, sucking and licking the pebbled flesh. “Mmm,” he hummed as he stretched his arms out wide above his head, arching his back into the warm naked body lying half over him. Parted lips dragged deliciously across his collarbone to land and suck a mark into the crease between his arm and chest. “Hngh, Daddy.”
Burt smiled into his sleepy son’s skin then kissed a path up his neck and settled on lips, pressing tiny kisses around his boy’s smiling mouth as Kurt’s arms settled around his shoulders.
“Feel better, bud?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Daddy always knows how to make you feel better.”
Kurt smiled again, “Mm hmm.”
“In fact, I can make you feel fantastic.”
“Do tell.”
Burt walked his fingers down his son’s stomach, tickling a path over the jut of a hipbone, his thumb followed the crease of his thigh inward. His fingertips grazed Kurt’s balls as he teased the sensitive skin underneath for a moment before moving to cup his baby boy’s hardening dick.
“Mmm, oh. I’ve missed this, Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
“You haven’t woken me up like this in so long.”
“I’ve missed you too, Kurtie.”
Tears gathered in Kurt’s eyes once more.
“Hey, don’t be sad. Let’s just make the most of the time we have, okay? Let me show you how much I love you, baby.”
Burt leaned in again and kissed his son, lips slightly parted, tongue waiting patiently to taste his boy as Kurt responded passionately by sucking his tongue fervently. “Hmm, you taste so sweet, baby,” Burt mumbled as Kurt nuzzled against his cheek. He lifted a couple of fingers to his son’s mouth. “Get me wet, baby,” he instructed softly as Kurt wrapped his tongue around the digits and began to suck.
Kurt bent his uncovered leg and let it fall sideways, opening himself up to his Daddy, as spit-slick fingers circled his pucker and strummed across the opening. “Oh,” he sighed as one finger slipped inside.
“So tight, baby.”
Kurt’s hips bucked slightly as his Daddy’s finger swirled inside him. “Well, it has been a few months, Daddy.”
“Huh. Well, looks like I’m gonna have to loosen you up, baby,” Burt said huskily as he dipped a second finger in and scissored them immediately.
“Ah.”
“Yeah, feel that stretch, baby. Oh God, I wanna be inside you. Do you want that?”
“Mmm, yes. Yes. Oh, Daddy.”
Burt pulled the pair of fingers out and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d found in the bedside table drawer earlier as his son slept. Slicking up three fingers, he eased each of them into Kurt’s ass and then set up a quick pace, twisting and stretching on each withdrawal.
Kurt attacked his father’s mouth, swallowing his tongue, as his Daddy fingered him. He kept adjusting the angle of his hips, trying to get his father to hit his prostate but to no avail. “Daddy,” Kurt whined, “Uh, please.”
Burt smiled fondly at his boy then dropped a kiss to the end of his nose. “Turn over, baby.”
Kurt rolled onto his stomach, his throbbing cock pressing into the mattress. He couldn’t help but thrust downwards a couple of times, looking for a little more friction. He heard his Daddy slick up his dick, quickly stroking himself as he moved across the bed. A hand pulled at one of his hips, urging him to his knees, as the mattress dipped under him.
Burt squatted behind his son, flushed cock in hand, as his other braced himself on Kurt’s hip. He dipped the head of his cock into his son’s entrance, lingering long enough for Kurt to wiggle with impatience, before he started the long push inside. “Ah, this-this is how much I love you, baby.”
“Mh.”
“Oh sweet Jesus, you feel so good, Kurt. So tight.”
“Ahh. Daddy. Uh, fuck. I love you, Daddy,” Kurt whimpered as his father’s dick bottomed out. He could feel only the throbbing heat inside him and the warm balls resting against him, his Daddy’s weight bore down on that single point of contact, driving in deeper than ever before.
“Oh, Kurt,” Burt sighed as he pulled back and pushed in once more, trying not to overload himself, wanting to make this last.
Kurt mewled as his father set a slow and steady pace, driving home, as his hips were held in a tight grasp.
After a few minutes, Burt had to drop to one knee to give his legs a break, but pushed forward and flung an arm over his son’s shoulder, pulling his face to the side to kiss. He sucked on Kurt’s tongue as he continued to fuck in and out of his boy steadily.
Kurt whimpered as his body jerked in time with his Daddy’s thrusting, his own dick swung freely but his hands remained stuck in place to keep his balance. He desperately needed to touch himself, to ease the pressure building in his balls. His Daddy was now glued to his back, arms wrapped around his torso as the pace picked up, and the slightly hollow smack of hips slamming into his ass echoed off the loft’s walls.
“I love you so much, baby.”
“Uh, Uh, Uh. Ohhh, Daddy. Oh.” Kurt moaned. “God, I love you too.” His Daddy fell against his back with a particularly deep shove. Kurt’s hand shot out sideways, his stability immediately compromised. They dropped to the bed in tandem with a combined “Oof,” and a chuckle.
Burt pulled his arms out from underneath Kurt, gathering up his son’s hands instead, stretching them above his head and pinning his palms to the mattress, as he pistoned his cock in and out his son’s hole. “I have so much love to give you, Kurt. Lemme give it to you, baby.”
Kurt took a shuddering breath as his face lay sideways amongst the sheets, feeling absolutely consumed by his Daddy’s love.
“Hooooh,” Burt cried out, “Oh fuck, baby. Take it, take it, take my love, baby.”
Kurt closed his eyes with satisfaction as his Daddy’s cum splashed inside him.
“Baby,” Burt whispered in his son’s ear as he lay over top of his back, relishing the wet feel of his sated dick sliding slightly inside Kurt. “Hmm, so good, baby. You want some of that for yourself, Kurtie?”
Kurt hummed in agreement before his Daddy rolled them, so Kurt was splayed over top, with his Daddy’s dick still snug inside him and his own dick pointing to the ceiling.
Burt steadied them as he stroked his hands down Kurt’s chest and stomach, stopping to pinch a nipple and stroke across his hipbones. He reached for the lube still lying beside them, handed it off to Kurt and waited for it to be squirted on his palm.
Kurt squeezed a dollop out on his father’s hand before he dropped the bottle and his head, allowing it to fall back over his Daddy’s shoulder as hot breath tickled his ear.
The slick hand grasped his cock and stroked the entire length, then settled into a punishing rhythm that made him buck against his Daddy’s body. His ass clenched relentlessly, involuntarily, against his father’s cock as he ground his hips in tiny circles and tried to hold off coming right away. He could feel the dick still inside him twitch with life, the length engorging once more to fill him up as he arched into his Daddy’s touch and fell back against his cock. “Oh, fuck me, Daddy. Uh!”
They built a haphazard rhythm as Kurt’s pleasure bounced between his prostate and his dick that sent him into overload for the few final minutes. He finally bowed his back in an elegant curve and thrust his cock hard through his father’s fist. Cum squirted across his torso as his Daddy worked him through his climax.
Kurt’s body shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm as his Daddy took control of Kurt’s hips in a solid grip and pushed him down on his cock which made him gasp and moan wildly. “Oh, God, Daddy,” his voice wavered, his insides suddenly too sensitive. His hands dithered, not quite knowing what to do in his boneless state. They finally settled in his hair, gripping tight, as his father’s cock continued to fuck up into him. “Oh, God, D-Daddy. I c-can’t. OH,” he cried. His own dick, that had refused to go soft, demanded satisfaction once again as his body quaked with the force of his Daddy’s thrusting.
Burt grunted as he worked his son’s body on his cock tirelessly. His boy’s whimpers egged him on. His hips began a wild flurry and hammered his dick into Kurt remorselessly.
“Ah, Kurt, Kurt. Oh God, baby!”
Kurt howled as his Daddy’s cock nudged his prostate with every push. He practically sang his cry of pleasure as his body tightened once more. His cock dribbled cum helplessly on his stomach while his Daddy’s cock thrust in deeply and another surge of cum was surrendered inside of him.
They both lay there panting as their bodies cooled. Burt’s fingers eased their pressure on his son’s now bruised skin as Kurt lay sprawled out messily above him.
Kurt turned his face, his nose touching his father’s cheek, as he continued to breathe heavily. “Wow,” he panted.
Burt huffed out a laugh. “Never forget how much I love you, Kurt,” he said as he looked at his boy.
“Never,” Kurt whispered as he leaned in to plant a kiss on his Daddy’s mouth.
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Part 5b