Crass Cooper

Warnings: Fingering, blowjobs, anal intercourse, mild exhibitionism. (I did say it would be smutty.)

The next few hours passed rather uneventfully in the Anderson house. Cooper hadn't been too bad since dinner, which Kurt was extremely thankful for. The trio were currently sitting in the living room watching a movie they found on TV, a rather boring black-and-white horror called 'Kill It Before It Dies'. Unsurprisingly, the film was sorely lacking in horror and as a result none of them were particularly invested in it. They were only watching it because there was nothing else on, and they couldn't agree on a DVD.

Blaine and Kurt were currently wrapped up under a blanket sharing a bowl of microwave popcorn. Kurt was propped up on a cushion with Blaine sitting between his legs, Blaine's back to Kurt's front. Kurt had his head nestled in the back of Blaine's neck and had his arms wrapped around his chest. Blaine occasionally feeding him pieces of popcorn.

"Could you two be anymore sickeningly sweet?" Cooper asked from the armchair across from them.

"Yes." Kurt simply replied and started nibbling Blaine's ear, much to the satisfaction of the younger boy, if his soft moans were anything to go by.

Cooper looked away in partial disgust at the love-fest in front of him, and returned his attentions to his phone. He had been texting someone for almost the entirety of the movie. Occasionally smiling at his phone and emitting strange sounds every now and then.

"Who are you texting?" Kurt finally asked.

"Sandra."

Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion, "Sandra?"

"His fuck buddy." Blaine responded. "Which means he isn't texting. He's sexting."

"You have a fuck buddy? Why am I not surprised?"

"She's not a fuck buddy," Cooper defended. "She's just a friend with whom I have casual no strings attached sex with when I'm in town."

"That is the very definition of a fuck buddy, Cooper." Blaine said as he playfully tossed a lump of popcorn at him, which Cooper caught expertly in his mouth.

"But fuck buddy is such an ugly term." He said after he swallowed, "Accurate," he smirked, "But ugly."

Blaine rolled his eyes, and asked him, "So why are you texting her?"

"Because Blainers, no way am I going to be the only person in this house not getting any action tonight. That would just be depressing, knowing my little brother is getting some and I'm not. I imagine you two plan on continuing your exploits from earlier."

Kurt had not forgotten about that. He still hadn't had any form of sexual release in a week. His balls had never felt this heavy. As soon as he got Blaine upstairs ...Just thinking about what the two were going to do sent a twitch to his dick, causing it to start to grow.

"If you guys will excuse me, I need to go into the next room for a minute or two." Cooper said as he stood up.

"Why?" Blaine asked.

Cooper replied with a grin, "She wants a dick pic, and unlike you two, I'm considerate to other people, and won't get my junk out around them."

"Hey! You walked in on us!" Blaine yelled as Cooper made his way into the next room.

"Whatever." He replied, and was soon out of earshot. –Good– thought Kurt.

By now Kurt's pants were achingly tight around his newly-sprung erection. "We're going to bed." He demanded.

Blaine looked at the clock on the mantel, confused, "Why? It's only like 11 and I'm not –"

Kurt cut him off by pulling Blaine in closer so that his dick was pressing into Blaine's back. He sighed gently at the small amount of friction he was getting from doing so.

Blaine caught on at once, and felt his own member stirring. "I see. Well then, we'd best get to bed." He said at once, throwing the blanket off the two of them, discarding the popcorn on the coffee table and pulling Kurt up off the couch by the hand.

They were hurriedly walking into the hall towards the stairs, when Cooper emerged from the dining room in front of them, zipping up his fly as he did so.

He smiled when he saw them. "Great news! Sandra's coming over."

"Congratulations. We're going to bed." Blaine said as he rushed past him and up the stairs, being dragged by an eager Kurt.

"Oh well, Goodnight! Happy Humping!" Cooper called cheerily right before Blaine's bedroom door slammed closed.

"Happy humping?" Blaine asked as he closed his bedroom door, "Who even says that?"

"Shut up and kiss me." Kurt said as he pushed Blaine into the door, smashing his lips onto the other boy. Their tongues clashed as they fought for dominance, each one fighting for control. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's waist, pulling him in close and grinding their hips together, both cocks straining against the layers that separated them.

"Bed. Now. Clothes. Off." Kurt said, as the two broke apart briefly for oxygen. He was normally much more eloquent than single syllable sentences, but damn it, he was far too horny too care.

They stumbled the short distance from Blaine's bedroom door to his bed, trying to shed as many articles as clothing as possible, while trying to maintain body contact. They collapsed on the bed, both naked, a few moments later. Kurt's hands ran wildly over every part of Blaine's body underneath him. Caressing all Blaine's most sensitive areas with one notable exception, as his dick was currently taking care of that area.

Kurt started laying kisses all down Blaine's torso, sealing his lips over his nipples and swiping his tongue over them, gently biting them with his teeth. This was a particularly sensitive area for Blaine, which Kurt was well aware of. Blaine moaned out loud and arched his back, his cock leaking more and more pre-cum, which lubricated their cock grinding.

Kurt could feel himself getting close as Blaine moved his hips rhythmically against his own, one hand across Kurt's back keeping him close, the other grabbing his ass. In order to stave off his orgasm (Kurt was desperately trying to avoid exploding too early for Blaine's benefit) he reluctantly pulled his hips away from Blaine's. Blaine moaned sadly at the lack of contact before Kurt shushed him with another passionate kiss.

He knew he needed to cum soon. The problem was that Blaine was nowhere close to where he was, which needed to change, and fast. Breaking off the kiss, Kurt moved his head down to Blaine's dick, which was practically crying for attention. Looking up at Blaine with a teasing smile, which Blaine returned, he very slowly and lightly traced his tongue from the base of his cock to the sensitive tip, tasting the pre-cum that had covered it.

"Fuck Kurt..." Blaine moaned as he smashed his head back into the pillows and grasped at the covers, his hips thrusting up looking for more attention. Kurt loved when Blaine got like this. He loved being able to unhinge Blaine with just the lightest touch.

Blaine looked down at him with a pleading look on his face, "Please Kurt." Kurt smirked and obliged. Wrapping his hand around the base of Blaine's dick, he slowly started stroking it, much to the delight of his companion. He raised his hand to the tip, twisted it slightly, flicked his thumb over his slit, then brought it back down. He then popped the head in his mouth and applied some suction to it. Blaine started moaning louder as Kurt slowly pushed his head down further on Blaine until he had reached the base (Kurt had been very surprised to learn a few months ago that he could deepthroat), his left hand moving to cup his balls while his right was pressed onto Blaine's stomach in an attempt to stop him from jerking his hips up and choking Kurt.

Blaine's moans had somehow grown even louder as Kurt continued to suck his boyfriend off.

"Ohhh, Fuck! God Kurt, right there, right th- ohhhhh..." Kurt heard Blaine shout and he thanked whoever built Blaine's house that they had made the walls thick enough that Cooper (hopefully) couldn't hear them. Blaine had always been loud in bed, which wasn't really all that surprising considering how good a singer he was.

Kurt continued to toy with Blaine's member in his mouth for several minutes, often changing his pace and technique to keep Blaine calling Kurt's name out in pleasure, until Blaine pulled him up and kissed him hard, then whispered into his ear. "I want to fuck you. Hard."

Kurt grinned and immediately let Blaine take control of the situation. Blaine flipped them over so that he was on top. After kissing him again, he started moving his mouth down lower and lower, mimicking Kurt's actions earlier. When he reached Kurt's throbbing member, he left a chaste kiss on it (which made Kurt shudder), licked his balls, and continued moving south. When he reached his target, Blaine' spread Kurt's legs, placed a hand under his hips to lift his rear in the air, and dove in without hesitation (and Kurt thanked Gaga that he had been extra thorough that afternoon in the shower).

Blaine's fingers felt amazing as it probed his entrance, twisting and turning like an expert (Blaine was rather fond of this activity, so he kind of was) over Kurt's hole. This had the effect of reducing Kurt to a babbling mess, as he just kept repeating Blaine's name over and over along with a few incoherent noises. As Blaine slipped the finger in, Kurt turned into a giant gooey mess, almost unable to control his movements. As the finger crooked and lightly grazed his prostate, his whole body shuddered in ecstasy, and it was taking every ounce of self-control to keep from cumming.

Blaine soon pulled his finger out, leaving Kurt feeling slightly empty, and turned to look at Blaine, who had fetched a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer in the nightstand. After slicking up is fingers with the lubricant, he gently pushed his finger back into Kurt. Soon after, a second finger entered, working with the first to explore Kurt, scissoring and probing. A minute or so later (Kurt had no idea, he'd lost all sense of time the moment Blaine had found his prostate) a third finger entered. Kurt gasped slightly at the pain of being stretched to accommodate.

"You okay babe?" Blaine asked worriedly, pulling back a little.

"Keep going." Kurt reassured, and Blaine continued fingering him.

After what seemed like an age, and Kurt had loosened up enough, Blaine slowly retracted his fingers. Kurt whimpered slightly at the emptiness again, but was reassured when he looked down between his legs to see Blaine rolling on a condom. After applying a generous amount of lube, he raised himself up to Kurt, his face filled with both love and lust.

"You ready?" He asked gently, as he kissed Kurt.

"God yes..." Kurt breathed, to which Blaine just smiled.

Blaine lined himself up, and gently began to push his dick in. Kurt winced slightly at the pain, but he reassured Blaine with another kiss. Blaine pushed in more, little-by-little, inch-by-inch, until he was fully in. He then slowly pulled out a little and began to thrust, taking his time until Kurt had fully adjusted, which Kurt appreciated.

Kurt wrapped an arm around his boyfriends back and held him while Blaine quickened his pace. He moved his other arm to his groin and stoked himself to Blaine's rhythm. He knew this wouldn't be a particularly long session as he could feel his orgasm building, and judging by Blaine's panting, he wasn't too far off either. Their bodies writhed together, entwined and slick with sweat, Blaine keeping his eyes locked on Kurt's the entire time until he began to really speed up.

Leaning back on his knees, he put his right hand on Kurt's thigh for support, and his left on the bed behind him to steady himself, and started pounding. As Blaine adjusted his angle, Kurt could feel Blaine's dick stimulating his prostate with every thrust, causing him to cry out in pleasure. Blaine too had began crying out (he really was a screamer). Kurt felt his orgasm building, he was desperately close, and he knew Blaine was too. He was seconds from cumming until...

...Someone knocked on the door.

"Blaine I need to talk to you."

"You have got to be kidding me." Kurt said breathlessly.

"I'll kill him," Blaine said, as he stopped thrusting. "I will actually kill him."

"Ignore him." Kurt suggested, and started moving his hips in order to try and replicate Blaine's thrusting (to little effect).

"Don't ignore me." The voice said.

Blaine glared at the door. "No."

"Dude, open the door, it's important."

Blaine looked livid, "Cooper! We're busy."

"Yeah, I know, I heard. And trust me I don't want to interrupt, but it really is important."

Blaine quickly pulled out of Kurt (Kurt sadly moaning as he did so) and furiously bounded over to the door to open it, giving Kurt just enough time to cover himself with a blanket.

Opening the door to Cooper, he yelled, "What!?"

A dressing gown-clad Cooper gazed down at Blaine and smirked, "Well hello penis." In his blind rage at Cooper, Blaine had answered the door naked. Well not technically naked, Kurt mused, he was still wearing a condom.

"You couldn't have covered up even a little?" Cooper asked, as he then tried to avoid looking down.

"What do you want Cooper?"

"You sure you're not an exhibionist?"

"COOPER!" Blaine was red-faced.

"Sorry, I need something." Cooper said to Blaine, he then nodded towards Kurt in the bed. "Kurt."

"Cooper." Kurt nodded back, he was finding this a lot funnier than getting caught earlier. Probably because he was covered up now, but also because he felt more comfortable around the man. Humiliating and inappropriate as their dinner conversation was, it really did help knock down a few personal barriers between them.

"What?" Blaine asked, getting back to the reason Cooper had knocked.

"I need a condom."

"What!?" Blaine asked in disbelief.

"A condom. Like one of those things you have on now." Cooper answered, pointing down to Blaine's sheathed member.

Kurt was baffled. "A condom? I had a feeling you'd be the kind of person who never left the house without one."

Cooper smirked at Kurt. "I am. And I normally keep one in my wallet. But on my flight home earlier there was this really hot air steward who recognised me. Before I know it, we're in the bathroom on the plane, and I have her leg up like –"

"Cooper!" Blaine impatiently cut him off.

"Right sorry." He apologised. "A condom please?" He smiled while asking.

Kurt began to search the drawer of Blaine's nightstand for a spare condom. Grabbing two (just to be safe, he wouldn't put it past Cooper to come back looking for another), he tossed them across the room to the elder Anderson.

Catching them and turning to leave, he said, "Thanks guys, I'll leave you to it." He then added with a wink, "Oh Blaine, try to keep it down a bit. I had no idea you were such a screamer."

Blaine shut the door in his face, sighed, then turned back to face Kurt on the bed. "So where were we?"

Kurt didn't answer, instead he just flicked back the covers and revealed that he was stroking himself, smiling suggestively.

"Have you been doing that the whole time?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe."

"Huh, maybe we are exhibitionists." Blaine shrugged, tore off the condom, threw it in the trash, and then jumped up onto the bed beside Kurt. Curling an arm under Kurt's shoulders, he kissed him, then grabbed his own dick and started pumping it alongside Kurt.

It didn't take Kurt long before he was gasping as his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. Moaning loudly, he started writhing on the bed, jerking his hips up uncontrollably as he came, shooting high in the air and all over his hand and chest, one spurt even landing by his mouth, it was one of the most intense orgasms of his life (it had been a week), and left him whimpering slightly as he continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks. He then finally finished, and turned to Blaine with a relaxed smile.

Blaine messily kissed Kurt, licking up the cum beside his mouth, then came himself. Kurt stroked his boyfriend's hair lovingly as he watched Blaine's rapidly moving wrist on his dick as he shot out all over his hand. Kurt placed his other hand on Blaine's stomach and tried to steady him as his body jerked from the pleasure.

The two lay beside each other for several minutes, panting slightly, and still coming down from their highs. After their cocks had returned to their flaccid state, Blaine got up and walked into the adjoining bathroom. He returned a few moments later with a warm washcloth, and began cleaning the two of them up. Kurt just watched him, as he had a feeling it would be a while before he could move again, and he started to drift off.

Blaine discarded the dirty washcloth in the trashcan then lay down beside Kurt, pulling the covers up over both of them. Kurt lazily turned to face his boyfriend and threw an arm around him, pulling him in close so he could kiss him.

"That was amazing. Thank you." Kurt said softly.

Blaine smiled at him. "I love you."

Kurt beamed at him. "I love you too."

The two fell asleep minutes later, wrapped in each others arms.

To be continued...

A/N: This chapter was difficult to write. With the exception of the light action in Chapter 1, I have never written any smut before, and after this, I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon. Please tell me what you thought (did you love it? Hate it? Are you indifferent to it?) with a review. Chapter 5, the final chapter, will be up tomorrow.