𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊-𝖒𝖔𝖎, 𝖒𝖊̀𝖗

"And yet those gags of yours would sound quite as pretty." Cooper's smirk dug deeper into his cheek at those frankly filthy words. He had to admit that this version of Kurt was far, far more bold than the version who'd date his kid brother years ago. "Well, I'm sure your lips wrapped around the base of a big dick is an oscar worthy perfomance, pretty boy." Cooper shot back without missing a beat as his elbow rested on the bar next to him. Cooper didn't move away as the other shifted to move closer to him, the older man staring down at the other so many years his junior. Part of him was tempted to ask about the fact it was insane that the other had something of an empty bed. Anyone would left a beauty like Kurt Hummel alone wasn't worth the attention in Cooper's eyes. The same eyes that dipped slightly to the shoe resting against his stool before he flicks them back up to meet Kurt's as he leans further in. "Fate must like us both then." Because it wasn't like Cooper was strong enough to not fuck the absolute hell out of Kurt till he was exhausted and ruined.

"A few weeks between shoots, little Blainers practically been begging me for half a year to come visit. So. " Cooper shrugged as he raised his drink to his lips to take another long sip of it before lowering it, his piercing blue eyes still locked to Kurt.

Not remembering the last time he had felt his face warm, practically blushing in both arousal and pure flattery. Flirting was something he managed from time-to-time, when he had the time. But this was something else. Something more. More intense, more desireable.

"Such a big claim, Mr.Anderson. So sure you could ruin me from enjoying any other man in this town?" A pause, head tilting, brow cocked. "Do you know how many times I've heard that one before?"

Slipping from his stool, bracketing Cooper against the bar, if only for a moment, ghosting between their lips, teasing heat. "I prefer action over pretty words. And after seeing everything you've been in, I have high expectations."

Still brazen, grabbing at Cooper's belt loops, tugging to encourage him off the stool, trying to sway them towards the men's room. No matter how filthy the floor was, he still preferred that over the alley beside the dumpster - one times too many had been enough for him.

Only pausing in this decision at the acknowledgement of Cooper being here for a few weeks. Meaning he had the room to spare and no one to spare it with.

"Or if the questionable fluids of the Scandals backroom isn't up to your quality, we can always go back to your place -- that opens the door to multiple showcasing our talents to each other. If that interests you."

He watched as Kurt stood up and before he knew it, the other was in his briefs. Finn's brows raised, reaching up and raising his sunglasses to get a look at that round ass in the underwear. "Oh, please, you can give yourself tons of credit. Once I got a taste of how tight and delicious that ass was? There was no going back." Finn smirked, his cock growing by the second in his speedo as he was now the one gawking at the other.

Moving in closer to where Finn was lounging, deciding it best to hang said shorts over the back of a neighboring chair before invading Finn's space, hovering directly in his face. Resting forearms on his shoulders, taking advantage of the height difference in that he was still standing, looking his step-brother up and down.

"How did that happen again? Maybe I need a reminder, because you know -- old age really fucks with the memory."

“Perfect, so much comfier” Dylan exclaimed eagerly as he quickly put his bag on the hook by the kitchen door, the towels going straight to the hamper without a second  thought. He knew that with his small stature he could pretty easily slip into any of the showers with another person, having done so more than a few times, so getting taken to the big shower by the master bedroom told him that he was going to be put through his paces and he was excited as hell for it.

With everything he needed put away, Dylan grabbed his dad’s arm and lead the man up the stairs, the energy burning through him as he made it up the steps. He got halfway up and stopped, turning and leaning over to kiss the older man again “You’re the freaking best Dad” he said sweetly, just enjoying a quick moment before pulling back and making it the rest of the way up the steps.

When they got to the ensuite where the oversized shower waited, Dylan started pulling off the skin tight lycra outfit. It clung to every inch of his body, the motions to get it off weren’t exactly comfortable but he managed to get it off, leaving him in the tiny jockstrap that was all he could fit underneath it. He looked back to Kurt, his eyes bright as he went up to the older man “Need a little help there Dad? I know your outfits tend to be a little… complicated” he teased, hands going up to help undo Kurt’s shirt as he looked up to the older man’s face with wide, sweet, innocent eyes.

Half-tempted to pin the younger man against the stairs right then and there, smelling inviting from a post-work out and wet. A primal urge stirring in his gut, boiling hot with desire as he lands a slap to Dylan's ass after being complimented to stroke his ego, following him the rest of the way up the stairs.

It felt like too much space to share alone these days, as the bathroom was always pristine and clean. Neatly hanging towels with a K and D, soft and untouched for the time being. Glass shower walls, clearly providing the view of the dark tiles that always left the best indentations on ones knees.

Toeing his shoes off, kicking them somewhere out of sight and out of mind as Dylan starts to undress him. Momentarily distracted by the jockstrap that was just adding to the teasing flames at this point, Kurt is only brought back in when his outfit is commented on for being complicated.

"My outfits may be complicated, my darling, but that's what makes it more fun to do this..." throwing caution to the wind, making to show off how his outfits always underestimated the brutal strength he could pack with ease by ripping the buttons off his vest and shirt, sending them scattering all over the floor. Tone chest and the shy abs being able to breathe as he shrugs the items of clothing off - they could always be sewn back on if he felt like re-wearing them again in the future.

Undoing his leather belt, allowing it to hang open, moving his hand to the back of Dylan's neck, pulling him in closer, mouth positioning beside his ear.

"You're going to be my good boy, and you're going to take my pants off with your teeth before sucking me down that perfect throat of yours."

Finding a seat at the bar top he first downed a shot of ice cold Fireball, opting to feel the burn in his throat that he loved. Then, upon receiving a drink from the bartender he looked around til he was pointed at his Uncle Kurt sending him a wave. “No no,” he shook his head, “This is perfectly fine,” he sipped on it a bit. “But if you’re looking for something hot - I definitely wouldn’t be opposed.” JJ smirked with a devilish grin. His post show adrenaline had always made him fierce.

Turning to better face the younger man, resting his elbow casually on the bar, propping his cheek comfortably against his palm. "But consider me all ears on what you're thinking for offering up something more hot than a quickie in the bathrooms -- your idea is probably far better."

Cooper wore a tight black shirt that showed off his muscled arms rather nicely. Still, the true pièce de résistance of his whole outfit was those black jeans that looked practically painted on the older man, the hefty tease of his bulge almost commanding people to look between his legs.

A hand was placed onto the bar next to Kurt as he leaned towards the other with a smirk that could light up all of mid-town. "Right. It's Karaofsky now" To think, in a different universe, the man next to him could have been his brother-in-law.

"Nice outfit." He complimented with a little nod of his head. "Even if those pants practically scream, please bend me over this bar. What was it you said? Less sweet and more hot? Someone's in a mood tonight." Not that Cooper was complaining, mind you.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen Cooper Anderson. It had all seemed like a dream when they had shared space and each other's air before. Back when Kurt was a dreamy-eyed school boy, keeping his thrills under the covers instead of the open. Back when Lima was against those who overtook its streets proudly and loudly. Something his younger self would've scoffed at the concept of.

Then again, his younger self would've scoffed at the idea that Cooper, of all people, was willingly hitting on him. Somewhere deep the high school boy is still kicking his feet while re-watching that damn commercial on repeat, if just for longingly staring at the man before him on a screen.

Things definitely have changed.

Taking another sip from his drink through the simple straw, Kurt turns his body on the stool, better facing Cooper as he does so. "I got tired of sleeping alone, so I took matters into my own hands. And here you are. On a silver platter."

Pressing his shoe to the bottom rung of Cooper's stool, mirroring with ease as he leans in, eyes drifting down, outlining the other man's mouth pointedly as he wets his bottom lip.

"How long are you in town this time? And can I take full advantage?"

When they parked, Dylan pulled his backpack up onto his lap and held it firmly “Oh god no, I’m all for you using me like  that… I get more time with you, I’m all in for that” he said as he looked to the older man. He bit his bottom lip a little as he spoke and thought for a moment, his hand reaching over to grab Kurt’s and giving it a squeeze “You don’t have to be sorry Dad, you’ve been busy… it’s cool, it’s very cool” he said as he thought for a moment and leaned over “I think I know one way you could make it up to me Dad… a way that’s definitely gonna help you feel really good”

He leaned over a little more, his hand resting on the little armrest between them as he kissed the older man on the lips. His still damp hair gently brushed against the older man’s face, his hand moving to gently rest right on his chest as he sat there kissing his dad again and again, lingering for a few moments before pulling back “You know, after practice I normally have a nice long relaxing shower… wanna join me, Dad?” he whispered, biting his lip a little as he just looked right into those kind eyes that never failed to make him feel safe.

Shifting in the drivers seat, becoming all too aware of the tightening of his choice of pants as his arousal grew stiff in the movement. Covering Dylan's touch on his chest with a hand, holding him there, keeping the short distance close.

And then the invitation was offered. A low throb bringing him to exhale between them, tongue flicking out for a second to taste the lingering taste of Dylan on his bottom lip. Definite temptation that Kurt could always find himself bending into, as if starved - when it was the farthest from the truth.

"Don't need to ask me twice."

One final comb through the younger man's damp hair, fingers this time lightly gripping at the root, brief but stern. A silent warning to not keep him waiting before releasing, getting out of the car.

Being just as quick to re-enter the two story house as he had been to leave it, this time granting Dylan the gesture of keeping the door between the garage and kitchen open to save time.

"We'll use my shower - far more room for two." And a more sturdy shower wall, his inner voice supplies, envisioning the many ways he'd be pinning his son to it. However he wanted through begging or telling - Kurt was always eager to supply as long as it meant they would be pressed close together.

Thanks Dad, you’re the best

He bounced his feet a little in anticipation while he kept his eyes peeled for the familiar vehicle, the cold air starting to make him shiver just a little in his upsettingly thin gymnastics outfit. He was mentally kicking himself for not preparing better when he saw the Lincoln pulling up to the curb. He got up, grabbed his bag firmly and threw it into the gap in front of the passenger seat before climbing on in and sitting on the towel, closing the door quickly.

“Not too long, only just got out when it came down” Dylan explained, buckling up and grabbing one of the other towels that his dad had brought so he could dry his hair up a little “I didn’t either, I know there was supposed to be some tomorrow but I could swear today was meant to be sunny… guess things changes” he said, putting the towel in his lap “Thanks for this Dad, I really owe you one… I know you were busy with work, looked pretty intense when I left for practice”

With the heat helping the shivering stop, Dylan was able to just relax in the comfortable seat “Practice went well by the way, coach was pretty impressed by how good I was getting… got to like 10 backhand springs in a row” he looked over to his dad, just smiling blissfully. “So how’s work been going? Did you get to take a break while I was out or does coming to get me count as the break?”

"You'd think after this long, they would've considered replacing the weather man with someone more equipped for the job and not just because he's sleeping with the boss." Holding a finger up on the steering wheel, brows raised. "Which, is fair, he's hot as all hell. I make his suits special, so I would know. But this--" he indicates the rain, as if the news station people were actively involved "--is just ridiculous."

Taking a moment, mind wandering to the vivid imagery of the weather man and the burly boss getting it on during a live broadcast, only tuning back in when Dylan speaks again. Bringing a small smirk to his face, casting a quick glance in his direction.

"No need for repayment, Lil' Dil, c'mon. I'd do anything for you." Kurt insists, one hand reaching in to comb through the damp hair briefly. "But, I may have been more on the thrilled side to be able to have an excuse to get away from work. And what better reason then to see this face?" A gentle grip of Dylan's jaw, brushing his thumb along his cheek, then retracts his touch entirely.

Pulling back into their driveway, the sound of rain on the car roof ceasing entirely, and he's parking.

"I hope you aren't against the thought of me continuing to use you as a reason to avoid the oncoming headache. Because I swear we haven't been able to spend any time together as of late, and I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

“Rains getting bad, just got out of practice, can you come pick me up?”

He paused for a moment and added

“Promise I’ll pay you back for the ride”

Nothing new there. He had always been more of a workaholic since opening his shop in Lima with the overhaul of the takeover of the gay community, and while he would always prefer to be right where he was, sometimes he wishes he could just remember what having a life meant outside of it.

Head in hands, he feels his phone vibrate on the desk. Already dreading the possibility of one of his employees having another issue with a customer who demanded to see him instead of a so-called rookie, he reaches blindly for it, peering through his fingers and exhales with relief at Dylan's name.

Already out the door, kiddo.

He types back with one hand as he stands, moving towards the door and stops. Being too caught up to acknowledge why he needed to pick his son up in the first place. Right. Rain.

Grabbing towels first, actually.

Not wanting to admit his snobbish behavior of getting the interior of his car wet being high on his pet peeve list as he grabs three towels from the linen closet before moving to the garage and loading into his car. Towels laid out on the passenger seat before he even switches the car on.

Not taking him long at all to locate the other man, pulling his Lincoln Navigator along the curb, he reaches over to open the passenger door and signaling Dylan in - quickly.

"Hope I wasn't keeping you too long," Kurt offers, sympathetic. "I don't even remember rain being in the forecast this morning."

"God, are you ever going to get over your school-boy crush on me, Kurt?" Finn teased with a grin, just being playful with the other. He'd always appreciated Kurt but he didn't know how much until after he'd graduated from college and fully realized he was gay. Then it all clicked.

"Don't even lie to yourself, you know you like the attention," Kurt deadpans, not at all bothered by how the fabric adheres to his body like velcro, outlining every length and curve of the anything concealed beneath.

For a moment he wants to ask if Finn has anything to lend him in the house, but decides better of it. Deciding it's just best to undo his shorts without comment before standing and slips out of them so he's only left in his camo boxer brief shorts. Not hiding a thing from the curve of his ass or the own bulge tenting.

"And anyway," he continues, wringing his shorts out over the pool, "I'd like to think that means I was one of the first to enlighten your official discovery about yourself. Even if it was completely by accident."

"Are you only saying that because you're soaking in the summer vacation part of your job?" He asks, mouth quirking up in a knowing grin to mirror Finn. "Or is it because you're finally confident to show off all this."

Makes a show of waving his hand towards the other man with a hand, indicating the speedo in question. Something he was not so shy to gawk at - just as he had done back in high school. No much having changed in that regard, and he awards himself a mental pat on the back for having good taste.