Blaine was already half hard when Kurt pulled his cock above the waistband of his underwear. There wasn’t nearly enough room to maneuver, so Kurt tapped gently on Blaine’s hip. “Up,” he said.
“Kurt, this is insane!” Blaine protested, squirming. “Cooper is right here! And Maria! Oh my god!”
“I don’t think they’re paying much attention to us,” Kurt said. Blaine looked across the couch. Cooper’s eyes were screwed shut and Maria’s head was already bobbing up and down on his cock.
Blaine sighed and lifted his hips in the air. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Mm-hmm,” Kurt said, yanking Blaine’s pants down a few inches to avoid exposing too much. Blaine sat back down and Kurt immediately went to work, wrapping his hand firmly around Blaine’s cock and licking circles around the head. Blaine was fully hard in an instant. Kurt sank his mouth down around him, and Blaine let out a loud moan.
“Oh my god,” Blaine babbled. “This is so wrong. So, so wrong. I can’t believe we’re – ah! – doing this – ah! – in front of – oh Jesus fuck oh my god Kurt! – we shouldn’t, it’s so crazy!” Kurt paid no attention to him.
“Jesus Christ, Blaine, shut the fuck up,” Cooper gasped.
Kurt made a small choking sound, and Blaine looked down at him. Oh god, was Kurt laughing at him? Blaine thought it might be best to keep his monologue internal.
Blaine rolled his head to the side and looked at his brother. Cooper was unabashedly enjoying himself. His head was thrown back, eyes half shut, hips rolling gently toward his girlfriend. Maria’s hair fell in soft, silky strands across Cooper’s lap, and Blaine couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like, and whether he could ever convince Kurt to grow his hair out long enough.
Cooper seemed to notice Blaine looking at him, because he turned and smirked back at him. “Enjoying the view?”
Blaine groaned and looked away. He had to control himself. He’d never live it down if he came before Cooper did. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Blaine ground his teeth together, closed his eyes, and arched his back, trying to stay in control for just a little while longer. It was nearly impossible to hold himself back, with Kurt sucking so hard that his cheeks were hollowed, his tongue dancing in patterns on the underside of Blaine’s cock at the same time, his hands pressing deeply into Blaine’s thighs and hips. Blaine trembled, tension and self-consciousness just barely balancing out the overwhelming pleasure.
Blaine was relieved a moment later when Cooper shuddered and cried out Maria’s name. He felt the couch shift slightly as Cooper covered himself and Maria climbed up into his lap. But Blaine’s thrill at lasting longer than his brother was soon forgotten.
“God, that is unbelievably hot,” Maria said.
Blaine’s eyes flew open. Maria was watching him.
“They’re both so flawless,” she said, in awe.
Blaine grabbed a couch pillow and pressed it over his face, knowing that it was useless to try to get Kurt to stop.
Blaine groaned as Cooper yanked the pillow away from him. Maria had moved around behind the couch. “Look, Blaine,” she whispered in his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Look down at your pretty boyfriend, look how he’s stretched around you. See his eyes staring up at you through those beautiful long lashes? So hot, so amazing. And you, honey, your face is so expressive, I want to see, can I watch you when you—”
That did it. Blaine’s hips jerked up despite his effort to control them, and he came, much harder than he had expected, into Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt swallowed and pulled off, sitting back onto his heels. “It’s not fair!” he said to Maria as Blaine quickly tucked himself back in. “He was trying not to come, I could tell! And you got a head start because Blaine was freaking out at the beginning.”
“It’s not my fault you haven’t trained your boyfriend properly,” Maria said.
“Wait, what?” Cooper asked, mildly offended.
Blaine curled up in the corner of the couch and whimpered. “Where’s my cuddles?” he whined softly. “I want my cuddles.” Maria tousled his hair, and he pouted.
“Yeah, definitely not trained,” Cooper said. “Blainey, when someone gives you a present, you say ‘thank you.’”
“Fuck you, Cooper,” Blaine said.
“That part’s taken care of already,” Cooper said, winking at him.
Kurt was still angry. “I demand a re-match!”
Blaine’s eyes widened. “No way! Not in a million years! Never!”
Maria bent down and whispered to him again. “You loved it, hon,” she said. “Don’t even try to deny it. I saw you looking at me, and at Cooper. I saw your face when I told you how gorgeous you looked. The whole thing was a turn-on for you just as much as it was for me, and for Cooper, and for Kurt.” She gestured to Kurt, still on his knees on the floor, the outline of his erection completely obvious through his tight pants.
Kurt yelped in surprise and hopped up onto the couch beside Blaine. He nuzzled his face into Blaine’s neck and kissed him softly there. “Is she right?” he asked. “Did you like it?”
“Kurt,” Blaine moaned. He couldn’t help himself, he reached out and palmed Kurt’s cock through his pants.
Maria pulled Cooper up from the couch. “Conveniently, I wore the perfect outfit for this,” she said to nobody in particular. She reached under the waistband of her skirt and wiggled her hips until a pair of red, lacy panties fell to her ankles. She kicked them off and took Cooper’s place on the couch, looking at him expectantly.
Blaine reached for the button of Kurt’s pants. “It’s not a race this time,” Blaine said loudly. “Not a race.”
“Mmmphfff,” Cooper mumbled from beneath Maria’s skirt, and she giggled.
Kurt shifted position suddenly. He stretched sideways on the couch, lying on his back, so that the top of his head rested just against Maria’s thigh and his knees were at the arm of the couch, trapping Blaine. “Take them all the way off,” Kurt said, thrusting his hips high in the air. “Let her watch.”
Blaine’s eyes rolled back into his head.
