Okay, some business to take care of first: If the story that Blaine is reading seems a might familiar, that is because it is not mine. It is actually 'Not Alone' by the ever lovely LauGS who gave me her permission to use it. If you like CrissColfer, go give it a read. It's not something LauGS writes anymore, but this is one of my favourites in that fandom. The names are totally the fault of drosophilase and her 'Feel Again' story. Go read it on A03 and prepare for the feels.
Secondly, if you are not giving my beta, GleekMom all the love possible, you now have to as she made a gorgeous title graphic for this story which you can see here: image/88818658464 also she continues to remain awesome at editing this story for me.
Lastly, this is where the NC-17 rating kicks in, please be kind as it's my first foray into writing this type of smut. Enjoy!
As the afternoon wore on, Blaine was curled up in his favourite chair by the currently unlit fire, thoroughly enjoying his new book. He had just finished a tale where a servant boy had snuck into the royal ball and caught the attentions of the prince, ending with them riding off into the night intending to be wed. Blaine did not wish for a fairy to come help him, knowing that magic was virtually forbidden in these lands. Yet to have a love at first sight, and with a prince no less, well, Blaine would never complain about that. The next story, however, was a bit racier. It was about two friends, a pair of actors who met while working in the same troupe, one longing to not be alone and unloved, the other willing to provide physical comfort and intimacy for a night. But Blaine was not expecting the author of the tale to go into such description of the carnal relations between the two men. Trent had once explained the mechanics to him years ago, and had supplied Blaine with what literature he could, but he'd never seen it written in quite a way. It was beautiful, touching, and if he would ever admit it, Blaine found it arousing. He would never imagine himself ever being lucky enough for his own similar experience, but he was sure that this story would infuse itself into his fantasies when he felt the need to relieve himself of the arousal he often felt late at night.
Blaine had heard some of the holy men say that it was a sin to pleasure oneself. And there were others who claimed that it was also a sin to wear gold, to eat the meat of swine or to lie with a woman during certain waxing of the moon. Blaine put no stock in the gods or what they might say. His parents had never taught him much about the faith, only to act as a good person and to treat others how he wished to be treated. Anything else any mystical being had to say were merely ways to control men. So Blaine quickly learned the art of self-pleasure, but would never divulge that he was always thinking of another man in his arms rather than a shapely female when he did.
With Cooper gone for a few hours and fresh new fantasies in mind, Blaine figured he would take advantage of the quiet and enjoy some 'alone time'. He took the book back to his room, and closed the door, barring it just in case Cooper returned, as his brother did not seem to understand the concept of knocking. Blaine looked in the mirror as he disrobed, appreciating his form after years of hard work. He was slightly muscled, and tan with a small swath of hair decorating his chest and abdomen, leading to a small thatch of hair betwixt his legs. He was already somewhat aroused, though not fully, so his cock was not yet standing up straight. He turned and appraised his back, a small waist leading to a fuller backside, of which he had often fantasized about having a man inside, or being gripped tightly while he drove himself into a willing partner. Overall, Blaine was happy with how he looked, but he longed for someone else of his same leanings to appreciate it as well.
After stripping the sheets down to the foot, he laid down on the bed and groped in his nightstand, for under various parchments and a few various knickknacks lay the vial of oil Trent had also provided with his talk. Well not the same vial, but every time Blaine needed more, Trent was happy to provide it. He had even brought Blaine with a rather large supply of it last week, which remained in his satchel until the one he currently had in his hands ran out. A few small drops to his hand often made the journey smoother, he thought as he massaged his chest, plucking at his small, brown nipples. He then took to travelling further, grasping at his shapely hips, drastically defined by jutting bones. Finally Blaine took a hold of himself, tightly around the base and moving upwards, dragging the foreskin up and around the head, thumbing at the prominent vein on the underside.
As his arm pumped in an increasing speed, he thought back to his story. He imagined himself as Aaron, the one who longed to show his friend Carson he was able to be loved, even for one evening, and found himself enjoying it in the process. Blaine did not dare use his fingers inside himself yet, often wondering about the sensation, but wishing to save it for either a husband or lover who would be kind enough not to judge. Yet he did turn himself over on the pillows so his hips rutted into the mattress, still stroking himself fervently. He imagined a heavy weight along his back, thrusting inside him, bringing him untold pleasure as words of love and longing were whispered in his ear. He propped himself up on his elbow and knees and began stroking with abandon, his grip firm. It did not take long for Blaine to spill over, crying out loudly into the empty house, something he rarely allowed himself to do with his brother at home.
Panting, Blaine released his cock. The aftershocks rolled through him and he smiled. He would have to thank Trent profusely for the book, even if it would confirm what he had gotten up to with the contents inside. On wobbling legs, he got up, going to the basin on the side table to clean himself off with the rag and water provided. He re-dressed and grabbed his now soiled sheets along with the rag and tossed them into the washing pile for the local woman who did their laundry. He then grabbed clean sheets and re-made the bed, mourning having to explain yet again why his sheets were in the wash only a mere week after they were cleaned. Every time the laundry mistress sent him a judging look, as if she knew the truth and looked down upon him for it. As if she were so high and holy, charging people double on the Sabbath according to his father.
After Blaine finished his chores, he grabbed a plate of bread and cheese along with some dried venison and a flagon of mild ale to dine upon, sitting once more next to the fire, enjoying his book while he ate, he hoped to avoid any more titillation in the tale of Aaron and Carson...for now. So lost was he in their love story that he did not noticed the hours wane by. When he looked up from his page to his empty plate, he also noticed the sky was starting to paint itself a fiery hue. Sunset was fast approaching and Cooper had yet to return as promised. Blaine sighed, wondering if it was more likely that his brother was drowning his sorrows in ale at the local tavern or still at the Hummel manor, having actually succeeded in his mission. Blaine decided to check the tavern first, as he wished to avoid the long journey on foot while darkness was creeping in through the forest if he could. He also swore to kill his brother if he had broken his oath. But first he had to find him...
Lord Hunter Clarington rarely went out amongst the common folk, preferring the warmth of his own manor. Though not quite as grand as that of the Hummels, it was not shabby either, especially since it housed any who would defy him. The Hummels never used a dungeon if they could help it. Today he had to visit a local merchant who had failed to pay his taxes. The man had begged a few more days, but Hunter was not one to show mercy, something he saw as weakness. He told the merchant he had until noon the next day to pay what he owed, with interest, or his shop, lands, and possessions would be taken to settle the debt. After leaving the blubbering man, since the day was drawing to a close, Hunter decided it was time to partake in a little ale from the local tavern, his servants being rather stingy with the libations as of late. He pulled his hood over his head, not keen on being placed walking into The Lima Bean, some man's idea of a joke, but the only place to get a good drink in the village. He asked for a flagon of ale, paid his gold and sat in the corner, paying no mind to the mindless chatter of the peons who frequented the establishment.
Unfortunately, one swig of ale proved it weak and no more than swill. Hunter made a face at it and pushed the rest of the flagon away, unwilling to further pollute his body. It was then that the door opened and the loveliest girl he'd ever seen walked in. Hunter felt the eyes of many a man turn their attention her way. Her family had obviously come from the Eastern Isles, given her almond shaped eyes and lovely complexion. She had long black hair and more than enough curve without being considered plump, seemingly oblivious to the attention she garnered. She pranced to the bar, asked for a glass of mulled wine and glanced around, obviously looking for someone and coming up empty if the disappointment painting her face was anything to go by. It was then that a ruffian with a strange hair cut in the corner called out to her. "He's not here Tina. He's never here, I don't know why you always try to find him here. Unless you think a little booze is gonna loosen Anderson up enough to actually notice you for once."
Many in the crowd laughed at this. The girl looked a bit crestfallen, turning back to her wine, and gulping it down. She looked prepared to stomp out of the tavern, sending a glare at the still sniggering men. Hunter could see that this might be his only chance, even though she appeared to be at least a decade and a half younger than him. He sent her a smile when she glanced his way and motioned her to sit beside him. The girl made her way over cautiously. He motioned the barkeep to bring her another wine with a flash of gold, still letting his own drink sit almost full upon the table.
"Hello...I'm afraid I don't know your name," she said, smiling gently as she sat and nursed her second drink. "I am Tina Cohen-Chang, and I do wish to thank you for the drink."
"I am Hunter and you are most welcome. I figure it was needed after the ignoramuses we share this fine establishment with were unjustly cruel." Hunter studied the girl, noting her finer clothes, denoting her family possessing some wealth, though the name was not one he recognized, so they were not amongst those who paid him tribute to avoid him looking too closely at their business or lifestyle practices.
"Oh, them. I'm used to it. They like to tease me as my future fiancé is better than them, so they doubt our connection." Tina's voice took on a haughty air, and Hunter's heart fell into his chest. He could not pursue a woman being courted, he did have some honour after all. Especially one who soon seemed would be promised to another. But he could try to make her see him as a better option.
"Oh, your intended let you come in here by yourself? Not very gentlemanly. Not a place I would allow a girl I was courting to come, unless it was needed." Hunter smirked.
"Oh, no, Blaine has no idea I'm here. And we're not courting...yet. But he knows I am the best option to be his wife, and I need to be his wife before I come of age and my parents cut me off. So he will be mine before too long, I just know it." Tina's smiled wavered, as if even she did not believe this lie and was worried for her future. Hunter tried to keep the gleeful smile off his face. She was no more promised than he was, and though she seemed a bit touched to be pining away after some lad who didn't return her affections, Hunter decided then and there to claim her as his own. Though he did not adhere to his law saying one must be married to inherit, he saw that it perhaps could lose him this girl and resolved to give it a tweak if he could convince Tina of his worthiness.
"Any man who does not immediately stake his claim on you is not worth your time my dear. He is a fool for not instantly seeing how wonderful you are," Hunter said, a sly smile painting his features. "Perhaps you need to let him see what he is missing, make him jealous." His arm made its way around her shoulders, pulling her close, and he felt a sense of triumph as a giggle escaped her throat as he did.
The door to the tavern pushed open, and a gaggle of beautiful women walked in, two lovely blondes and a darker hued beauty. They were giggling over something, but low enough that they could not be heard. Hunter tried to pay them no mind, listening to Tina babble on about this wonder man she found herself enamoured with, making little noises to show he was paying attention. But his interest in the ladies peaked as they sat themselves at the adjacent table and their conversation became clearer.
"I cannot believe the idiot fell for it! All it took was a bribe to the crier's wife, a flirtation with the poor excuse of a guard Hummel keeps while he's in town, and boom! Anderson will hopefully get himself lost in the manor, covered in dust and scrapes before he figures out he got fooled. Everyone knows the Hummel kid was killed by his governess years ago. No way he's been holed up studying for those years! Why nobody went to investigate is beyond me, we all took the word of some woman who up and disappeared!" the Latina crowed, her audience riveted.
"I know Cooper deserved it Tana," the taller blonde spoke up, "but he might get really hurt! Are you really gonna leave him there?"
"Nah, we'll send Blaine after him in the morning. Maybe then Mr. Wonderful will have learned a lesson about how he treats us ladies. Especially when it results in Santana here preferring them, much to the disapproval of Lord Butt Munch," the short blonde replied, her snark evident. Hunter was not pleased to be disrespected that way and had half a mind to say something, but he chose instead to focus on what was being said. He did keep the name Santana locked away though. If she was breaking his laws against the normality of a woman and a man in a relationship, then he could see an arrest in his future. As for Hummel, well the boy had sent a letter in his own hand saying he was studying and not to be disturbed, but if he did not assume his position on his next name day, then Hunter got to keep it. Which would suit him just fine. He decided that he would schedule a trip up to the Hummel manor a few days ahead of his forced retirement and ensure the place truly was deserted as claimed. He then turned his attention back to Tina, who was still lamenting Blaine not seeing her as a woman and her parent's hints that she should give him up.
As Hunter was preparing to sway Tina into agreeing with her parents and seeing him as a man, the door to the tavern swung open. A handsome young man with dark curls and well fitting clothes came in and approached the barkeep, making a quiet enquiry. The answer he received must not have been the one he'd wished to hear if the slump of his shoulders said anything. He glanced around the place, and it was then that Tina finally noticed him. Quietly to Hunter she whispered "That's him! That's Blaine! We need to make this look good if we want him to be jealous!" With that, she planted herself in Hunter's lap and began attacking his mouth.
Hunter normally enjoyed aggressive women, but it was obvious this girl had no clue what she was doing, making every action overly exaggerated. He coaxed her into a more natural embrace, a gentle kiss, and heard the ladies at the next table letting out wolf whistles and whoops, which he truly hoped Tina was ignoring. Blaine came over towards them, but didn't even seem to see the girl he supposedly secretly pined for devouring the face of another. Instead he simply went to the table of girls to their left.
"Hello ladies, I don't suppose any of you have the slightest idea where my idiot brother is this evening would you? He was supposed to be home by sundown and since that has come and is pretty much gone, I thought you might know where he's hiding." The young man's voice held a bit of strain to it, Hunter thought, like he knew he was fighting an uphill battle with his current audience.
"Well hobbit, you know information comes with a price. Tit for tat and all that," the girl Hunter figured to be Santana said.
"Babe, be nice" the taller blonde said. "Blaine, he got sent to the Hummel manor, but that was hours ago. I haven't seen him since he went through town earlier."
"Thanks Dani, you're a true lady. Santana, always a pleasure. Kitty, give my regards to Jake." Blaine gave a small bow as he began to leave in the direction of the door.
Under her breath Santana began to mutter in Spanish and then called out to him, "Nothing to say about your girlfriend macking on a stranger then hobbit?"
It was then that Blaine looked around the tavern and took in Tina on a man's lap, the girl completely absorbed in kissing the man senseless. Hunter peered at Blaine, who looked down right relieved that the crazy lass was no longer pursuing him, or at least had found distraction for now. "You know I don't like her like that Tana. If she has finally realized that I never will and moved on to someone worthy of her attentions, than I am nothing but happy for her. Now I really must track down my wayward brother, make sure the fool isn't dead in a ditch somewhere. Good evening ladies." Blaine pushed out of the tavern.
"You hear that Cohen-Chang? Your precious Blainey-days doesn't want you! Get it through your thick head! I hope that poor fool whose face you're eating can knock some sense into you so you leave the poor boy alone!" the shorter blonde who Hunter guessed must be Kitty snarled.
Tina finally stopped kissing Hunter, looking crestfallen. She then sent a glare at Kitty who just went back to chatting with the girls at her table. Getting no response, she sent her glare to Hunter, deciding he was the target for her ire. "You said he would be jealous! You said this would work! I don't want my first kiss to have been wasted on someone who lies to me! I don't think I want you to be here when I get back!" With that, Tina swigged what was left of her drink, and stomped off towards the bar for a refill, leaving Hunter stunned in his seat.
"Don't take it personally. Tina's a bit crazy. I think Blaine was the first boy to ever notice her or be nice to her, so she fell for him hard. But he's like that to everyone. If he liked her, we would all know it." Hunter turned and saw it was Dani who was addressing him. "I used to feel sorry for her, but lately she's become downright nasty to everyone as she continues not to get her way with him. She only spells trouble my friend, so I would give up your pursuit unless you want to spend every waking moment hearing about how wonderful Blaine is or listening to her cry about how he doesn't love her. It becomes exhausting and pathetic." Dani turned herself around in her seat, leaving Hunter even more stunned.
Hunter noticed Tina looking morosely around the tavern, glaring at him when she noticed he had not moved, but decided it was better to glare at the girls next to him and pay him no further mind. But Hunter's mind was made up. No girl turned him down and Tina Cohen-Chang was not going to be the first! She would be his, and the first thing he needed to do was to get rid of one Blaine Anderson!