Switch Me On, Kurt/Blaine & Blaine/Cooper, NC-17
Title: Switch Me On
Author: skintightsocks
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/Cooper (sort of)
Word Count: 3,200+
Summary: Cooper's eyes widen as he looks between Blaine and the tripod in front of his bed, slowly putting two and two together. Recognition eventually flashes over his face and Blaine wants to die. "Are you making a porno? Usually you need two people for those, Blainey."
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Author Notes: Title from the song "Ooh La La" by Goldfrapp. This fic was written for the prompt: "Cooper coaching/directing Blaine, with a very hands-on approach, through his first masturbation video he sends to Kurt while he’s living in NYC."
It's a silly idea. Blaine's well aware that it is, but Kurt seemed so into the idea when they whispered about it over the phone the other night, so Blaine figured it wouldn't hurt anything to at least try.
Somehow, though, that doesn't make Blaine feel any less silly as he's stripping off his shirt, glancing up at the camera every few seconds and trying to pretend it's Kurt, that's he's looking at Kurt. "I don't know exactly how I'm supposed to start this," Blaine says with a nervous laugh, sliding his hand down into his sweatpants, palming himself a little so he's at least half-hard when he starts. "Just bear with me, I guess." Blaine gives the camera - Kurt - a quick smile and lets out a shaky breath, shoving his pants down far enough to reveal his cock where it rests on his thigh.
Blaine can feel himself start to blush but he tries to ignore the heat in his face, licking his hand a little self-consciously and then circling it around his cock. He lets out an embarrassing little grunt when he starts to squeeze at his cock, overwhelmed for a moment by how good it always feels, but Blaine ignores that too, looking back up at the camera and licking his lips as he starts to move his fist over his cock.
"I- I miss you so much," Blaine says, shoving his pants the rest of the way off his legs. He leans back on the bed and jerks his hips up with the movement of his hand, trying to keep his eyes on the camera even when they want to slide shut. "Wish you were here, Kurt, I'd just--"
"Who are you talking to?" Cooper asks, throwing the door to Blaine's room open, and Blaine gasps, almost tumbling off the bed as he scrambles to cover himself with the sheets.
"What the hell, Cooper?!" Blaine shouts, his voice cracking. "Get out of my room!"
Cooper's eyes widen as he looks between Blaine and the tripod in front of his bed, slowly putting two and two together. Recognition eventually flashes over his face and Blaine wants to die.
"Coop--"
"Are you making a porno? Usually you need two people for those, Blainey."
"I'm not-- that's not--" Blaine knows he must be bright red now, and even worse, he's still hard. "My boyfriend is away at college, okay? I just wanted to--"
"Oh, wait, really? Say no more!" Cooper says with a huge grin on his face that Blaine finds a lot more worrying than the fact his brother just walked in on him jerking off. "If it's performance help you need, why didn't you just come to the expert?" He sits down at the end of Blaine's bed and Blaine gapes at him, tempted to pull the sheets up to his chin instead of just bunched up over his lap.
"I'm naked, Cooper. Can we not do this?"
Cooper rolls his eyes. "So you're telling me you had this whole thing," he waves his hand in Blaine's general direction, "under control? C'mon, little bro. For one thing, it's way too dark in here and you didn't even oil up before you started."
"I'm- I'm not going to oil up, whatever the hell that means," Blaine chokes out, still flustered.
"And second, you should be kneeling, spreading your legs apart to give them something more to look at. And maybe turn around at one point, our ass is one of our best features."
Blaine wants to bury his face in his hands, or at least push Cooper out of his room so he can deal with the fact that he's still hard. "Okay, even if I agree that my ass is one of my best features--"
"See?" Cooper says, smirking.
"It's for him, not them. It's just for Kurt, he isn't expecting something huge."
Cooper raises his eyebrows. Blaine groans.
"Cooper, c'mon," Blaine sighs, collapsing back on the bed. Cooper just stands up, turning on Blaine's bedside lamp and then walking over to the camera, where it's still set up on the tripod.
"Lose the sheet and get back in position. We're going to do this right."
Blaine sits up and turns his head to laugh incredulously before looking back at Cooper. "So you don't care at all about seeing me naked."
"You act like I've never seen you naked before."
"I was four."
"And not much has changed since then," Cooper says, waggling his eyebrows. "Sheet off, pornstar, we're doing this right."
"I can't--" Blaine starts, but then he cuts himself off, looking up at Cooper determinedly. "No, you know what? Fine. Let's do this. If you want to help me jerk off for my boyfriend, then what the hell."
"That's the spirit," Cooper says, grinning widely.
-
Cooper, as it turns out, is a terrible director. Not that Blaine's surprised. It was embarrassing enough to be naked and half-hard in front of his brother (although Cooper's quiet, "Not bad," after he looked Blaine over was a bit of an ego boost), but when Cooper starts telling Blaine his moans aren't loud enough and he needs to stop closing his eyes and he should try to stop covering the head of his cock while he jerks off, Blaine is ready to give up on the whole thing. Cooper's disheartening comment of, "Okay, try that again, but this time try to actually look sexy instead of whatever face that is you're pulling," is the last straw.
"I don't know what you want me to do," Blaine groans, falling back on the bed. His thighs are starting to hurt from keeping them spread but his cock is still stubbornly hard, curving up toward his belly when his back hits the mattress.
"Hmm," Cooper says, and Blaine opens his eyes just in time to see Cooper crawling onto the bed next to him. Blaine scrambles up, lifting his knees to try and hide his cock even though Cooper has already seen it all. "Oh, don't get shy on my account."
"What are you doing?" Blaine asks, feeling the inevitable blush start to heat his face again.
"Giving Kurt an early Christmas present," Cooper says to the camera with a wink, and before Blaine can try to figure out what that means, or why the camera is still filming if Cooper isn't behind it anymore, there's a hand on his cock.
"Cooper!" Blaine gasps, trying to squirm away and not just press up into the tight grip Cooper now has on his cock, oh god. It's been way too long since the last time Kurt touched him. "What--"
"I'm showing you how it's done," Cooper says, leaning close enough to whisper the words into Blaine's ear, and Blaine shudders as Cooper settles in behind him, kneeling so that he's pressed all along Blaine's back. He starts to move his hand in slow, long strokes, keeping his grip tight, and Blaine has to turn his head and tuck his face into his shoulder, biting at his lip to stop from moaning.
"You're so tense," Cooper complains.
"You're touching my dick," Blaine says, only it comes out breathless and strangled, his hips stuttering forward as Cooper's thumb rubs up under the head. "And-- god, how are you so good at this?"
Cooper laughs, the sound loud right above Blaine's ear. "Years of practice, little brother. And okay, maybe one or two college experiments--"
"I knew it," Blaine gasps, letting himself lean back more, a little surprised at how nice it feels to have a strong body pressed up behind him. He'll have to convince Kurt to try it like this with him, one day, with Kurt pressed up behind Blaine and jerking him off. Kurt's broad and strong, and he has really nice hands. "Should I be doing anything besides--"
"Besides enjoying the helping hand?" Cooper asks, and Blaine can hear the smirk in his voice. "Look at the camera, Blaine. Think about Kurt. Think about him watching you, seeing how good this feels for you but how much you wish it was him instead."
Blaine bites back a groan, eyes blinking open to stare at the camera, the tiny red light. It's difficult to focus on anything with Cooper's hand moving over him in slow, tight strokes, but he tries. Cooper's hands are big and warm but the shape isn't what Blaine is used to, the fingers aren't slender and soft enough and they aren't touching him in a way that's purposefully teasing. Blaine misses that, how Kurt knows exactly what to do with his hands to make Blaine shake apart, and his hips jerk up unsteadily.
"Coop--"
"Don't talk to me. Talk to Kurt."
Blaine chokes out a laugh, feeling his stomach twist hotly and trying to squash the embarrassment that wants to follow it. "Are you going to tell me to point next?"
Cooper squeezes right at the base of Blaine's cock, hard, and Blaine yelps a little at the sudden tight pressure of it. "I'm not going to pretend it wouldn't make this thing a whole lot more entertaining," Cooper says after a beat, and Blaine laughs again.
"You know, you--" Blaine cuts off, his breath hitching when Cooper starts stroking again, but then he relaxes back against Cooper's chest. "You don't have to stay, if you don't want to. I think you've proved your point."
Cooper's strokes become almost imperceptibly gentler, his thumb brushing over the head and sending a shiver down Blaine's spine. "I know. But you're kind of hopeless on your own, so it's the least I can do to help you see this through."
Blaine knows when Cooper's lying, but he really doesn't want him to leave at the moment, so he drops the subject and rocks his hips up, breathing out, "Harder," and then flushing at the way it sounds.
Cooper goes stiff behind Blaine, but then he starts to slide his hand over Blaine's cock again, his mouth back by Blaine's ear. "Do you like it when Kurt does it hard?"
"Yeah, yes, I--"
"Tell Kurt, not me."
Blaine looks back up to the camera, panting now, a curl falling over his forehead. "Kurt, I- I miss your hands, so much. And the way you-- oh, the way you know just how to touch me, Cooper, please," Blaine groans and Cooper laughs.
"I don't think your boyfriend would appreciate being called Cooper, Blaine," Cooper whispers, and Blaine closes his eyes again, tilting his head back onto Cooper's shoulder and arching his hips up. He's so close already, his cock aching and heat twisting in his belly, and he reaches up to hook his arm around the back of Cooper's neck without thinking, holding tight.
"Please, Coop," Blaine begs, shamelessly rocking his hips forward with Cooper's hand, and Cooper tightens his grip, using his free arm to grab Blaine around the waist and pull him closer.
"C'mon, little brother," Cooper says hoarsely, and Blaine feels his body tighten, every muscle straining until he's finally coming over Cooper's fist, his breath hitching around a moan.
"There, that's it," Cooper whispers above Blaine's ear, stroking him through it as Blaine comes down, and then Cooper's finally letting him go, wiping his hand off on Blaine's stomach.
"Ngh," Blaine says, falling back onto the bed when Cooper moves out from behind him. He misses the solid heat of Cooper to lean back against, but his mattress is okay too.
"So!" Cooper says cheerfully when he stands up, ruffling Blaine's hair. "Just remember all that when you shoot your little movie for your boyfriend, squirt."
Blaine's limbs are still too heavy for him to do more than bat Cooper's hands away, but he does manage to mumble, "Don't call me squirt."
-
Kurt opens his Monthly Blaine Package and smiles at the usual contents - a handwritten note from Blaine, an article of clothing he's slept in for the past week (Kurt immediately brings the shirt up to his face, breathing deep and feeling his heart swell), some kind of weird toy with a sweet message (his first one was a water gun with a note to use when he gets into fights with Rachel), and some polaroids of Blaine and Sugar (but mostly Sugar, courtesy of Sugar herself).
There's something else, though, and Kurt opens a little pouch to find a plain USB drive. He pulls his computer into his lap and plugs it in, wondering if Blaine made him another playlist, or maybe took video of a glee performance. Kurt would never admit it, not now that he's in the fabulous city of New York, but he misses the choir room so much sometimes.
The folder pops up with two video files, both with generic file names (041.avi and 042.avi), and Kurt's eyebrows furrow as he clicks the first file.
It's Blaine's room, and that's Blaine walking back to his bed and pulling his shirt up over his head, and Kurt quickly pauses, heat flooding his face as he gets up to shut and lock his bedroom door. He can only guess what kind of video Blaine is sending him that starts out with him stripping. Kurt clears his bed off, grabs his headphones, and settles back in front of his laptop, biting his lip when he clicks play again.
"I don't exactly know how I'm supposed to start this," Blaine says in the video, and Kurt smiles warmly at that. He keeps watching, face red and eyes transfixed as Blaine starts to touch himself.
Blaine's doing a good job - a fine job, if the growing ache between Kurt's legs is anything to go by - when there's a voice off-camera and then Blaine is interrupted, embarrassed, hiding as he talks with-- oh dear sweet god that's Cooper.
Kurt watches the rest of the video wide-eyed, his heel digging into the hard shape of his erection in his pants and his lips parted. When Blaine comes all over his brother's fist, Kurt is pretty sure he accidentally whimpers out loud.
It takes him a while to realize it had to be a mistake, that Blaine didn't really mean to send Kurt both videos (the second one is just Blaine, and it's plenty hot but still), but by then the damage is already done.
And oh, Kurt has a feeling he's going to be enjoying the damage for a long time.
-
tell Cooper thanks for the early xmas present, Kurt texts Blaine a few hours later, and it takes approximately two minutes before his phone is ringing, Blaine's ringtone playing.
"Hello, sweetie," Kurt says cheerfully, making sure his door is shut again, just in case. He's still a little flushed, but in his defense, he had watched the video of Blaine and Cooper three more times before deciding to text Blaine.
"Please tell me Cooper told you to text me that," Blaine says, voice a little strangled and frantic.
"I got your package today," Kurt continues, ignoring his boyfriend. "Your note was very sweet."
"Kurt," Blaine whines, and Kurt finally takes pity on him.
Kurt sighs. "No, Cooper did not tell me to text you that. Although it does make me happy to see how close you two have gotten."
"Kurt." Blaine sounds almost miserable.
"It's good to see he's willing to lend you a helping hand when you need it, too--"
"Kurt!" Blaine groans, and Kurt dissolves into a fit of laughter, falling back on his bed.
"Oh god, Blaine, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. But that video--"
"I can't believe he put it on the jump drive. I'm going to-- Kurt, listen to me, you have to delete it. You have to."
Kurt bites his lip, glancing longingly back at his laptop. He never understood the appeal of porn before, but when it's the two most handsome men in North America, well, apparently Kurt can make an exception. "Do I have to?"
"What? Yes, of course you do. You're-- you're not mad at me, are you?" Blaine asks, his voice small and hesitant, and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Blaine, honey, no. Mad is... very far from what I'm feeling," Kurt says, his voice trailing off happily.
"Oh god," Blaine says. "It's even worse than I thought. You think it's hot."
"What? No I don't," Kurt says quickly. Possibly too quickly.
"I should've expected this." Blaine sighs, and then says, "You know it's not going to happen again, right?"
Kurt frowns and doesn't answer.
"Kurt."
"Sorry! It's just-- his hands were so big, Blaine," Kurt says weakly.
"Oh my god, I can't do this with you right now," Blaine says. "Please tell me you'll delete the video, Kurt? Just think about what would happen if-- god, I don't know, Rachel found it."
Kurt almost snorts out loud, because he knows for a fact Rachel would lock herself in her room and watch it five times a day as well. But he at least has the sense not to share that with Blaine.
"I didn't watch just that video, you know," Kurt says, pitching his voice lower. "I saw the second video you made me."
"Oh, you- you did?" Blaine asks, sounding suddenly nervous. "Uh, I'm sure it wasn't as--"
"I touched myself, when I watched that one, so I could come at the same time you did," Kurt says in a rush, feeling his face get hotter, but the silence over the phone save for Blaine's heavy breathing spurs him on. "You looked so hot, kneeling there and talking to me. I wish I could've been there."
"Me too," Blaine chokes out. "Kurt, I--"
"I love you so much, Blaine."
Kurt can just picture how warm Blaine's eyes are when he says, "I love you too." It's a few more seconds, however, before he says, "Hey, wait a second, I-- you're still deleting that video, Kurt Hummel!"
Kurt smiles to himself, snuggling back against his pillows. "I love you so much, and I know you wouldn't want me to get rid of the Christmas present your brother got me."
Blaine groans, and Kurt smiles wider. "We're not finished talking about this."
"Uh huh," Kurt says. "But wouldn't you rather hear about how gorgeous you looked in your video, Blaine?"
"Okay," Blaine says with a sigh, "you win this round."
"That's what I thought," Kurt says happily.
Author: skintightsocks
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/Cooper (sort of)
Word Count: 3,200+
Summary: Cooper's eyes widen as he looks between Blaine and the tripod in front of his bed, slowly putting two and two together. Recognition eventually flashes over his face and Blaine wants to die. "Are you making a porno? Usually you need two people for those, Blainey."
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Author Notes: Title from the song "Ooh La La" by Goldfrapp. This fic was written for the prompt: "Cooper coaching/directing Blaine, with a very hands-on approach, through his first masturbation video he sends to Kurt while he’s living in NYC."
It's a silly idea. Blaine's well aware that it is, but Kurt seemed so into the idea when they whispered about it over the phone the other night, so Blaine figured it wouldn't hurt anything to at least try.
Somehow, though, that doesn't make Blaine feel any less silly as he's stripping off his shirt, glancing up at the camera every few seconds and trying to pretend it's Kurt, that's he's looking at Kurt. "I don't know exactly how I'm supposed to start this," Blaine says with a nervous laugh, sliding his hand down into his sweatpants, palming himself a little so he's at least half-hard when he starts. "Just bear with me, I guess." Blaine gives the camera - Kurt - a quick smile and lets out a shaky breath, shoving his pants down far enough to reveal his cock where it rests on his thigh.
Blaine can feel himself start to blush but he tries to ignore the heat in his face, licking his hand a little self-consciously and then circling it around his cock. He lets out an embarrassing little grunt when he starts to squeeze at his cock, overwhelmed for a moment by how good it always feels, but Blaine ignores that too, looking back up at the camera and licking his lips as he starts to move his fist over his cock.
"I- I miss you so much," Blaine says, shoving his pants the rest of the way off his legs. He leans back on the bed and jerks his hips up with the movement of his hand, trying to keep his eyes on the camera even when they want to slide shut. "Wish you were here, Kurt, I'd just--"
"Who are you talking to?" Cooper asks, throwing the door to Blaine's room open, and Blaine gasps, almost tumbling off the bed as he scrambles to cover himself with the sheets.
"What the hell, Cooper?!" Blaine shouts, his voice cracking. "Get out of my room!"
Cooper's eyes widen as he looks between Blaine and the tripod in front of his bed, slowly putting two and two together. Recognition eventually flashes over his face and Blaine wants to die.
"Coop--"
"Are you making a porno? Usually you need two people for those, Blainey."
"I'm not-- that's not--" Blaine knows he must be bright red now, and even worse, he's still hard. "My boyfriend is away at college, okay? I just wanted to--"
"Oh, wait, really? Say no more!" Cooper says with a huge grin on his face that Blaine finds a lot more worrying than the fact his brother just walked in on him jerking off. "If it's performance help you need, why didn't you just come to the expert?" He sits down at the end of Blaine's bed and Blaine gapes at him, tempted to pull the sheets up to his chin instead of just bunched up over his lap.
"I'm naked, Cooper. Can we not do this?"
Cooper rolls his eyes. "So you're telling me you had this whole thing," he waves his hand in Blaine's general direction, "under control? C'mon, little bro. For one thing, it's way too dark in here and you didn't even oil up before you started."
"I'm- I'm not going to oil up, whatever the hell that means," Blaine chokes out, still flustered.
"And second, you should be kneeling, spreading your legs apart to give them something more to look at. And maybe turn around at one point, our ass is one of our best features."
Blaine wants to bury his face in his hands, or at least push Cooper out of his room so he can deal with the fact that he's still hard. "Okay, even if I agree that my ass is one of my best features--"
"See?" Cooper says, smirking.
"It's for him, not them. It's just for Kurt, he isn't expecting something huge."
Cooper raises his eyebrows. Blaine groans.
"Cooper, c'mon," Blaine sighs, collapsing back on the bed. Cooper just stands up, turning on Blaine's bedside lamp and then walking over to the camera, where it's still set up on the tripod.
"Lose the sheet and get back in position. We're going to do this right."
Blaine sits up and turns his head to laugh incredulously before looking back at Cooper. "So you don't care at all about seeing me naked."
"You act like I've never seen you naked before."
"I was four."
"And not much has changed since then," Cooper says, waggling his eyebrows. "Sheet off, pornstar, we're doing this right."
"I can't--" Blaine starts, but then he cuts himself off, looking up at Cooper determinedly. "No, you know what? Fine. Let's do this. If you want to help me jerk off for my boyfriend, then what the hell."
"That's the spirit," Cooper says, grinning widely.
-
Cooper, as it turns out, is a terrible director. Not that Blaine's surprised. It was embarrassing enough to be naked and half-hard in front of his brother (although Cooper's quiet, "Not bad," after he looked Blaine over was a bit of an ego boost), but when Cooper starts telling Blaine his moans aren't loud enough and he needs to stop closing his eyes and he should try to stop covering the head of his cock while he jerks off, Blaine is ready to give up on the whole thing. Cooper's disheartening comment of, "Okay, try that again, but this time try to actually look sexy instead of whatever face that is you're pulling," is the last straw.
"I don't know what you want me to do," Blaine groans, falling back on the bed. His thighs are starting to hurt from keeping them spread but his cock is still stubbornly hard, curving up toward his belly when his back hits the mattress.
"Hmm," Cooper says, and Blaine opens his eyes just in time to see Cooper crawling onto the bed next to him. Blaine scrambles up, lifting his knees to try and hide his cock even though Cooper has already seen it all. "Oh, don't get shy on my account."
"What are you doing?" Blaine asks, feeling the inevitable blush start to heat his face again.
"Giving Kurt an early Christmas present," Cooper says to the camera with a wink, and before Blaine can try to figure out what that means, or why the camera is still filming if Cooper isn't behind it anymore, there's a hand on his cock.
"Cooper!" Blaine gasps, trying to squirm away and not just press up into the tight grip Cooper now has on his cock, oh god. It's been way too long since the last time Kurt touched him. "What--"
"I'm showing you how it's done," Cooper says, leaning close enough to whisper the words into Blaine's ear, and Blaine shudders as Cooper settles in behind him, kneeling so that he's pressed all along Blaine's back. He starts to move his hand in slow, long strokes, keeping his grip tight, and Blaine has to turn his head and tuck his face into his shoulder, biting at his lip to stop from moaning.
"You're so tense," Cooper complains.
"You're touching my dick," Blaine says, only it comes out breathless and strangled, his hips stuttering forward as Cooper's thumb rubs up under the head. "And-- god, how are you so good at this?"
Cooper laughs, the sound loud right above Blaine's ear. "Years of practice, little brother. And okay, maybe one or two college experiments--"
"I knew it," Blaine gasps, letting himself lean back more, a little surprised at how nice it feels to have a strong body pressed up behind him. He'll have to convince Kurt to try it like this with him, one day, with Kurt pressed up behind Blaine and jerking him off. Kurt's broad and strong, and he has really nice hands. "Should I be doing anything besides--"
"Besides enjoying the helping hand?" Cooper asks, and Blaine can hear the smirk in his voice. "Look at the camera, Blaine. Think about Kurt. Think about him watching you, seeing how good this feels for you but how much you wish it was him instead."
Blaine bites back a groan, eyes blinking open to stare at the camera, the tiny red light. It's difficult to focus on anything with Cooper's hand moving over him in slow, tight strokes, but he tries. Cooper's hands are big and warm but the shape isn't what Blaine is used to, the fingers aren't slender and soft enough and they aren't touching him in a way that's purposefully teasing. Blaine misses that, how Kurt knows exactly what to do with his hands to make Blaine shake apart, and his hips jerk up unsteadily.
"Coop--"
"Don't talk to me. Talk to Kurt."
Blaine chokes out a laugh, feeling his stomach twist hotly and trying to squash the embarrassment that wants to follow it. "Are you going to tell me to point next?"
Cooper squeezes right at the base of Blaine's cock, hard, and Blaine yelps a little at the sudden tight pressure of it. "I'm not going to pretend it wouldn't make this thing a whole lot more entertaining," Cooper says after a beat, and Blaine laughs again.
"You know, you--" Blaine cuts off, his breath hitching when Cooper starts stroking again, but then he relaxes back against Cooper's chest. "You don't have to stay, if you don't want to. I think you've proved your point."
Cooper's strokes become almost imperceptibly gentler, his thumb brushing over the head and sending a shiver down Blaine's spine. "I know. But you're kind of hopeless on your own, so it's the least I can do to help you see this through."
Blaine knows when Cooper's lying, but he really doesn't want him to leave at the moment, so he drops the subject and rocks his hips up, breathing out, "Harder," and then flushing at the way it sounds.
Cooper goes stiff behind Blaine, but then he starts to slide his hand over Blaine's cock again, his mouth back by Blaine's ear. "Do you like it when Kurt does it hard?"
"Yeah, yes, I--"
"Tell Kurt, not me."
Blaine looks back up to the camera, panting now, a curl falling over his forehead. "Kurt, I- I miss your hands, so much. And the way you-- oh, the way you know just how to touch me, Cooper, please," Blaine groans and Cooper laughs.
"I don't think your boyfriend would appreciate being called Cooper, Blaine," Cooper whispers, and Blaine closes his eyes again, tilting his head back onto Cooper's shoulder and arching his hips up. He's so close already, his cock aching and heat twisting in his belly, and he reaches up to hook his arm around the back of Cooper's neck without thinking, holding tight.
"Please, Coop," Blaine begs, shamelessly rocking his hips forward with Cooper's hand, and Cooper tightens his grip, using his free arm to grab Blaine around the waist and pull him closer.
"C'mon, little brother," Cooper says hoarsely, and Blaine feels his body tighten, every muscle straining until he's finally coming over Cooper's fist, his breath hitching around a moan.
"There, that's it," Cooper whispers above Blaine's ear, stroking him through it as Blaine comes down, and then Cooper's finally letting him go, wiping his hand off on Blaine's stomach.
"Ngh," Blaine says, falling back onto the bed when Cooper moves out from behind him. He misses the solid heat of Cooper to lean back against, but his mattress is okay too.
"So!" Cooper says cheerfully when he stands up, ruffling Blaine's hair. "Just remember all that when you shoot your little movie for your boyfriend, squirt."
Blaine's limbs are still too heavy for him to do more than bat Cooper's hands away, but he does manage to mumble, "Don't call me squirt."
-
Kurt opens his Monthly Blaine Package and smiles at the usual contents - a handwritten note from Blaine, an article of clothing he's slept in for the past week (Kurt immediately brings the shirt up to his face, breathing deep and feeling his heart swell), some kind of weird toy with a sweet message (his first one was a water gun with a note to use when he gets into fights with Rachel), and some polaroids of Blaine and Sugar (but mostly Sugar, courtesy of Sugar herself).
There's something else, though, and Kurt opens a little pouch to find a plain USB drive. He pulls his computer into his lap and plugs it in, wondering if Blaine made him another playlist, or maybe took video of a glee performance. Kurt would never admit it, not now that he's in the fabulous city of New York, but he misses the choir room so much sometimes.
The folder pops up with two video files, both with generic file names (041.avi and 042.avi), and Kurt's eyebrows furrow as he clicks the first file.
It's Blaine's room, and that's Blaine walking back to his bed and pulling his shirt up over his head, and Kurt quickly pauses, heat flooding his face as he gets up to shut and lock his bedroom door. He can only guess what kind of video Blaine is sending him that starts out with him stripping. Kurt clears his bed off, grabs his headphones, and settles back in front of his laptop, biting his lip when he clicks play again.
"I don't exactly know how I'm supposed to start this," Blaine says in the video, and Kurt smiles warmly at that. He keeps watching, face red and eyes transfixed as Blaine starts to touch himself.
Blaine's doing a good job - a fine job, if the growing ache between Kurt's legs is anything to go by - when there's a voice off-camera and then Blaine is interrupted, embarrassed, hiding as he talks with-- oh dear sweet god that's Cooper.
Kurt watches the rest of the video wide-eyed, his heel digging into the hard shape of his erection in his pants and his lips parted. When Blaine comes all over his brother's fist, Kurt is pretty sure he accidentally whimpers out loud.
It takes him a while to realize it had to be a mistake, that Blaine didn't really mean to send Kurt both videos (the second one is just Blaine, and it's plenty hot but still), but by then the damage is already done.
And oh, Kurt has a feeling he's going to be enjoying the damage for a long time.
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tell Cooper thanks for the early xmas present, Kurt texts Blaine a few hours later, and it takes approximately two minutes before his phone is ringing, Blaine's ringtone playing.
"Hello, sweetie," Kurt says cheerfully, making sure his door is shut again, just in case. He's still a little flushed, but in his defense, he had watched the video of Blaine and Cooper three more times before deciding to text Blaine.
"Please tell me Cooper told you to text me that," Blaine says, voice a little strangled and frantic.
"I got your package today," Kurt continues, ignoring his boyfriend. "Your note was very sweet."
"Kurt," Blaine whines, and Kurt finally takes pity on him.
Kurt sighs. "No, Cooper did not tell me to text you that. Although it does make me happy to see how close you two have gotten."
"Kurt." Blaine sounds almost miserable.
"It's good to see he's willing to lend you a helping hand when you need it, too--"
"Kurt!" Blaine groans, and Kurt dissolves into a fit of laughter, falling back on his bed.
"Oh god, Blaine, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. But that video--"
"I can't believe he put it on the jump drive. I'm going to-- Kurt, listen to me, you have to delete it. You have to."
Kurt bites his lip, glancing longingly back at his laptop. He never understood the appeal of porn before, but when it's the two most handsome men in North America, well, apparently Kurt can make an exception. "Do I have to?"
"What? Yes, of course you do. You're-- you're not mad at me, are you?" Blaine asks, his voice small and hesitant, and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Blaine, honey, no. Mad is... very far from what I'm feeling," Kurt says, his voice trailing off happily.
"Oh god," Blaine says. "It's even worse than I thought. You think it's hot."
"What? No I don't," Kurt says quickly. Possibly too quickly.
"I should've expected this." Blaine sighs, and then says, "You know it's not going to happen again, right?"
Kurt frowns and doesn't answer.
"Kurt."
"Sorry! It's just-- his hands were so big, Blaine," Kurt says weakly.
"Oh my god, I can't do this with you right now," Blaine says. "Please tell me you'll delete the video, Kurt? Just think about what would happen if-- god, I don't know, Rachel found it."
Kurt almost snorts out loud, because he knows for a fact Rachel would lock herself in her room and watch it five times a day as well. But he at least has the sense not to share that with Blaine.
"I didn't watch just that video, you know," Kurt says, pitching his voice lower. "I saw the second video you made me."
"Oh, you- you did?" Blaine asks, sounding suddenly nervous. "Uh, I'm sure it wasn't as--"
"I touched myself, when I watched that one, so I could come at the same time you did," Kurt says in a rush, feeling his face get hotter, but the silence over the phone save for Blaine's heavy breathing spurs him on. "You looked so hot, kneeling there and talking to me. I wish I could've been there."
"Me too," Blaine chokes out. "Kurt, I--"
"I love you so much, Blaine."
Kurt can just picture how warm Blaine's eyes are when he says, "I love you too." It's a few more seconds, however, before he says, "Hey, wait a second, I-- you're still deleting that video, Kurt Hummel!"
Kurt smiles to himself, snuggling back against his pillows. "I love you so much, and I know you wouldn't want me to get rid of the Christmas present your brother got me."
Blaine groans, and Kurt smiles wider. "We're not finished talking about this."
"Uh huh," Kurt says. "But wouldn't you rather hear about how gorgeous you looked in your video, Blaine?"
"Okay," Blaine says with a sigh, "you win this round."
"That's what I thought," Kurt says happily.