AN: I normally want to update my fics everyday, but I'm entering into the busiest week of my year next week so you may or may not be getting an update every day, so please be angels and don't hate me, I'll be back to an update a day come Sunday
Disclaimer: I don't own glee
Warnings: semi-non con Kurt, Oral, smut warnings, everything in the prompt which there is a link to on chapter one. (smut has a long set up, sorry.)
Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream
Chapter 3: Looking for Kryptonite
Blaine was growing increasingly frustrated with Wes and the rest of the Dalton Tower associates. After his latest escapade, David had tampered with the software on his coms, making it impossible to turn off without the controller.
He wanted to see Kurt again. He wanted to hear the angelic voice and feel the beautiful body of the perfect boy. But everyone around him was making this dream impossible.
And then they got a call to Dalton Tower which set everyone's teeth on edge: The Meerkat had escaped from prison and was heading straight for Lima. Blaine growled in comtempt and then spent the day prepping the city and setting up the alert system, only having time to stop by Ella Blu's where Kurt worked three times. All three times the huge-mouthed blonde was there, and on the time he entered the store to check on safety precautions (they didn't need to know he'd had the store bugged. That could be misconstrued.) Kurt had looked studiously at the ground, a pink flush creeping up his neck, while his friends looked at him weirdly and shamelessly flirted with the Warbler.
Blaine, being a public figure, couldn't tell them to all go away so that he could talk to the bashful angel whose blushes were doing things to his anatomy. But he suddenly had an idea. If he could just lead the Meerkat to uptown where the boutique was, he would be able to see that he "saved" the entire street, thus making all of them owe him a favor. He could ask for chocolate chip cookies from all of them for Dalton Tower, and then corner Kurt and make it clear that a different favor was necessary. He grinned at his own cleverness. This could get very interesting indeed.
Like clockwork, the Meerkat appeared in Lima not soon after, and soon found Blaine by destroying a coffee shop uptown.
"Hello Warbler! I was so excited to hear that a cutie pie like you had set up all this software just to catch me! I know this must be hard for you beautiful, but you don't need to set this all up just to get me alone. If you weren't flanked by Dalton Tower, you could come see me anytime, free of charge." Sebastian smirked at the hero, unaware that his wholesome charm was a complete act. He then darted to where Ella Blu was, making Blaine inwardly panic. He had wanted Kurt to owe him a favor, but he didn't want him to end up in a coma, which was a definite possibility when the Meerkat was in the equation.
Sebastian didn't miss the hero's eye dart to some pathetic shop girl whom he was about to destroy, so he looked back to see what bottle blonde had caught the cute straight as an arrow hero's eye. Hot damn. What he saw instead was the most gorgeous ass he'd ever seen. Say hello to the blue-eyed man behind the counter, whose ass had made his head spin.
Blaine knocked into Sebastian so fast he didn't see it coming, and Kurt watched them from the corner of the store in complete fascination, loving the way Blaine's muscles rippled as he moved to punch the evasive Meerkat.
Soon, however, the fight was over and two Dalton grounds workers were leading the Meerkat off to custody.
Kurt got up from the corner where he and Rachel and Mercedes were, praying that there was no way Rachel would- "Uhm, Sir? Thank you for saving us! However will we repay you?" Rachel was too busy eye fluttering to notice the glare of horror Kurt was bestowing upon her.
"How about a plate of chocolate chip cookies? I'm sure if you all made them they would be delicious." Blaine grinned like a dapper hero should, ever conscious of the comms unit, which was still beeping green in his ear. "Now, I really have to get back to Dalton Tower, I'll come by to pick them up tomorrow." And then he flew off, making sure to look extra noble for his adoring fans on the ground, already figuring out how to blackmail Nick into getting that damn comms unit off before tomorrow.
It was a long two hours of debriefing and questioning the Meerkat later that Blaine was able to corner Nick.
"Hey, I'm doing nothing in my uniform tomorrow except calling in favors. So what I need from you is to get into the control room to shut the comms unit off." Blaine looked at his friend, hoping Nick would be a decent person and realize that Blaine was doing illicit activities that he didn't want them to see.
"Blaine, you know the rules. That comms unit is supposed to be on all day. I'm sorry- but"
"How much?"
"Excuse me?"
"How much money do you want from my paycheck in order to turn it off, and do so again should the need arise?"
"Blaine, I don't need any money, or any favors. You are very much just out of luck."
Blaine stared very hard at Nick, wondering if he was really about to blackmail one of his best friends. He was. "I really think it's hypocritical of you Nick, to say that I can't conveniently have my comms off when I need it, and yet you've misused so much Dalton property in the past. Wes wouldn't be very happy if he were to come across the video evidence."
Nick pondered this, wondering if he could bluff not knowing what Blaine was talking about, when he noticed Blaine pulling up the footage on his video communicator. "Damn. Fine. As long as…that doesn't make its way over to Wes, you have a deal. I'll be the one monitoring you tomorrow, and I'll make sure it's off."
"Thanks Nick." Blaine smiled. Now to take care of some cock-blocking cookies.
Blaine flew out at a time he knew he was certain to encounter Kurt going to work, based on his former schedule habits. He saw Kurt carrying a tray of chocolate chip cookies. What a shame, Blaine thought. Those cookies look amazing, but not as pretty as his mouth would be wrapped around my cock. And with that decision made, Blaine used his powers to blow the tray away by a strong gust of wind, making sure the cookies were ruined. He saw Kurt's disgruntled glare, and heard the murmur "I'll just bring him some tomorrow." Blaine smiled, knowing he could work with this.
He flew around various places uptown, checking on the repairs to the coffee shop and helping with some of the heavy lifting, posing for a few pictures. Then, when he was sure that there was no possible way the two girls and Kurt hadn't arrived at Ella Blu, he flew on over to collect his cookies and his Kurt.
"Hello, Ladies!" Blaine grinned at Rachel and Mercedes, wondering where the hell his angel was.
"Hello Warbler! I made cookies. They're my dads' special recipe, and certain to be absolutely delicious."
"Mine are my grandma's, she makes amazing cookies." Mercedes grinned, thinking how adorable the hero was to ask for homemade chocolate chip cookies. He couldn't be more dapper if he tried.
Kurt emerged anxiously from the back store room. "I'm so sorry sir, but a strong wind blew my tray away and if I'd gone back to make more, I would have been late, and-"
Blaine laughed at his floundering boy, smiling good-naturedly since they were in public. "Well, I can come by your place later to pick them up tonight, or even watch you bake them. I love when cookies are nice and hot, and they can just melt in my mouth." He said this with a wink, knowing the innuendo was so very weak, but knowing that adorable flush would creep up Kurt's neck all the same. He was right, there it was, making him want to smother the boy in kisses and caresses, and mark him. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs, now was not the time. "I'll pick you up around 5? That's what the shift calendar says on the back wall." Blaine said, happy that there was an explanation for knowing Kurt's entire daily schedule.
Thus came a completely meaningless day of cementing the public's view that the Warbler could really do absolutely no wrong. He helped at local preschools, finished helping out the coffee shop, and checked in on the police and fire stations to "build up camaraderie" as Wes called it. Finally five a clock rolled around, and he could visit his Kurt and take him home.
On the way home, Blaine may have caused Kurt some small troubles, which Kurt was unaware Blaine had caused, just to rack up the favors for tonight. This was going to be fun.
Kurt nervously walked over to the kitchen in his apartment, pulling out the things to make cookies, knowing that he had quite a few things to worry about. He had barely gotten the flour out when the Warbler came up behind him and trapped him against the wall of his apartment. "Those can wait for later, sweetheart. I've had to watch you all day, knowing I couldn't touch you or people would see. You're mine, beautiful, even if you don't know it yet. And to call in my next favor, I want a blow job. No, don't look so shocked. You can't have such pretty lips and not expect a man to want you."
Kurt was about to start protesting, and walk away from the hard length pressing into his thigh, but he knew the Warbler was completely within his rights to ask for this, and he had saved him and if Kurt had been more vigilant in holding onto the cookies, the hero wouldn't be asking now. Maybe he owed it to him, as compensation. And he couldn't deny that he didn't want it, even if just a little bit. When he had felt the Warbler's cock in his hands a few days ago, he had wondered what it would be like to taste the hero's cock, and it wasn't like he was his boyfriend, or that his overall opinion of Kurt mattered. So, why not. Okay. He could do this. He looked slowly up into Blaine's eyes, and whispered, "Where?"
Blaine grinned, knowing that his shy little angel had had quite a bit of inner turmoil before coming to this decision. He started backing him into where he knew the bedroom to be, hungrily seizing his lips and licking them open, before pushing him onto the bed and carefully but with super human speed relieving Kurt of his clothes, making Kurt gasp in surprise. He was once again going to speak up, but he really knew Blaine wouldn't appreciate it if he did, and you really shouldn't antagonize people who you owe something to. So instead, all he said was, "Do I-" and gestured at the Warbler's clothes, unable to say the next words, which caused a flush to once again redden his features.
Blaine was buzzing with the complacency of Kurt's actions. He was really going along with what Blaine wanted, and if the rising hard-on Kurt was achieving , he wanted this a bit too. "If you wouldn't mind, angel." Blaine replied, moving back so Kurt could get him out of the high quality spandex.
Kurt nodded nervously, peeling back the gloves and boots, before going for the two piece suit and belt. He tensed after he took off the belt, knowing that the Warbler's chest was about to be exposed. He couldn't stop his small intake of breath at the beautiful olive skin and the nest of hair, trailing to the waistline of Blaine's bottoms, making Kurt wrinkle his forehead in apprehension before taking a calming breath and peeling the pants slowly back, marveling at the cock that sprang free. Because of the shifting that had happened while Kurt took off Blaine's clothes, he was now sitting shyly on top of the other man, in perfect position to bend down and take the hero's cock in his mouth.
Blaine growled when he angel paused in his ministrations, before remembering that the boy had never done this before, and Blaine was going to be his first. "It's alright sweetheart. Just take it into your pretty mouth, and lick around. Hollow out your cheeks, and try to take it a little deeper, but be mindful of your gag reflex."
Kurt blushed, but not for any reason Blaine might assume. He had flushed because growing up, his doctor had been worried by how easily Kurt suppressed his gag reflex, afraid that it would prevent Kurt from effectively getting over any illnesses. But he guessed the Warbler was about to find that out on his own, so he lowered his mouth to the cock gleaming up at him, and, assuming the more moist it was the less likely it was to hurt, and swirled his tongue around the tip of the cock, slightly proud of himself when he heard the Warbler's gasp.
Blaine was in heaven. It seemed that Kurt had learned very quickly from his explanation, and was swirling his tongue all around Blaine's cock as he slowly lowered his mouth over the appendage, then slowly went back up, like Blaine had asked him to do with the hand job. Kurt was nothing if not a quick learner.
Kurt found that he was very much enjoying this, even though he knew he shouldn't. But the Warbler's cock had such a unique taste, and he loved the moans and noises Blaine was making below him. Who knew he, the sexually awkward Kurt Hummel, could make another human being do that? He wondered what would happen if he swallowed- oh. He had bucked into his mouth, and he kind of liked it, liked the feeling of such a heavy weight moving in and out of him. He remembered the hero asking him to fondle his balls with the hand job, and figured the same pleasure would happen here. So he quickly did so, not noticing the Warbler's alarm.
Blaine knew that if Kurt, who was apparently a natural everything, kept doing any more he would most definitely shoot his load right into Kurt's mouth, and he didn't think his precious angel would like that very much. "Kurt, Kurt I'm going to cum, you don't have to swallow, you can let go now and just stroke me with your hands- Kurt" He was surprised he was getting out complete sentences with the pleasure he was feeling, but he was even more surprised when Kurt wasn't pulling off.
Kurt had heard Blaine, but he remembered the taste of the substance from his fingers, and he wanted to taste it again. He had no idea why the Warbler sounded so worried, but he felt his head being pulled off of Blaine's cock, just as he felt the white ropes splash his stomach. He knew that the hero might get the wrong idea, but he took his hand and cupped the Warber's cock, taking the white liquid into his hands.
Blaine was panting in amazement at the blue-eyed individual who had made him cum harder than he ever had in his life. He looked at Kurt, who had an unreadable expression on his face. He was spent, and wondering if he could convince Kurt to cuddle with him, when Kurt pulled a hand, with Blaine's cum, and licked it slowly off his fingers, looking like he was trying to decide if he liked the taste, and if the second lick was any indication, he did. "Fuck, Kurt. I didn't want to make you swallow but fuck that's so beautiful."
Kurt was feeling suddenly awkward, because he hadn't really been thinking of making the Warbler feel anything, he had just wanted to taste the interesting white substance again.
Blaine recognized the withdrawal in Kurt's eyes, and marveled at how unintentionally sexy Kurt was, and how the boy could make him have a raging hard on without even trying. Kurt started to get up, but Blaine pulled him roughly back, before using his superhuman speed to get a washcloth to clean them off, and pulling Kurt to his side. "Just sleep, angel. Thank you for once again making my world spin."
Kurt let out a nervous yelp before slowly making himself forget that he was naked with a gorgeous hero next to him, and falling asleep after a very rough day.
AN: to be continued. ;) ( I really don't care if you feel that Kurt wanting to swallow is ooc. I have a kink and I can't make him hate it because I can't do total rape.)
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