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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Boypussy, Boypussy_Kurt, Mpreg, Age_Difference, Sugar_Daddy
  Series:
      Part 2 of Closest_to_Magic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-05 Words: 808
****** Closest to Magic - seeing him clearly ******
by heavenorspace
Summary
     Powerful exec Blaine has, at 40 years old, met the love of his life.
     He had first glimpsed Kurt at Hummel Tires and Lube, where Blaine had
     arranged to pick up spare parts from Burt for an old car he was
     rebuilding in his spare time. The teenager had been tapping his foot
     impatiently, waiting for the two men to finish talking cars so that
     his father could take him to lunch. Blaine had smiled winningly and
     offered to take them both out as his treat. Anything to spend some
     time around the fascinating creature with the beautiful eyes and
     mile-long legs. Even if it was directly under the nose of the boy’s
     father.
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Blaine took a sip of coffee from his mug while he waited for Burt to return
from the garage, listening to the sound of Kurt’s feet padding around
frantically overhead. He smiled, thinking about how much effort and care Kurt
must put into his morning routine just to get ready for school.
So perhaps Blaine had timed his visit to put him in the Hummel household before
Kurt left for the day, and perhaps he hadn’t. Though there was little point in
returning to Lima so soon if he didn’t get a glimpse of the boy.
A frustrated little scream came from what must have been Kurt’s bedroom,
followed by the patter of rapid steps across a landing and down the stairs.
Blaine looked up just in time to see a coltish - almost completely nude -
figure come rushing into the kitchen in a blind panic before skidding to a halt
at the sight of him.
Blaine took in Kurt’s bright blue eyes, widened in shock, down to his open pink
mouth and flushed cheeks. His shoulders and chest were elegant and smooth,
dipping into a small waist. And nestled at the top of two long white legs was…a
beautiful, plush pink pussy. Covered in almost transparent white panties.
Somehow the boy had become even more delicious and intriguing. Blaine could
practically taste just how badly he wanted him.
"Mr. Anderson!" Kurt’s high, breathy voice finally shook Blaine out of his
trance. As did Kurt’s hand coming down to cover his sweet pussy from view.
"I didn’t know! I-I didn’t expect anyone to be down here when…my, my shirt,
it’s…" Kurt shook a delicate-looking organza bundle next to his hip.
"Shhh, calm down sweetheart," Blaine hushed him, reaching a hand out. "I’ve
seen it all before. And then some." He winked, knowing it would put Kurt into
even more of a tremble.
Remaining stationary, Kurt reached his arm out just far enough to pass Blaine
the shirt before using his free hand to cover his nipples. Blaine had to bite
back a chuckle at the kid’s modesty.
"Now, as a bachelor of more decades than I care to remember, I know a thing or
two about solving a clothing crisis in a pinch. Ah, and it’s only a small rend
in the sleeve. Easily fixed!"
Standing up and moving perhaps a little closer than necessary to Kurt, Blaine
requested a needle and thread. While Kurt was fussing around in the living room
grabbing supplies, Blaine was afforded a chance to drink in the creamy skin and
sparse, downy hair on display. The luscious, pert ass cheeks visible beneath
the thin panties were just begging to be bitten. At one point in the bustle
Kurt dropped a spool of thread and bent over at the hips, exposing a
tantalizing peek at his pussy lips between slender thighs.
Blaine composed himself easily enough to tack an extra gather in the torn
sleeve, using the rest of his thread to add a matching one to the other. “So
you’ll have that pretty, extra lift on both sides,” he explained to Kurt, who
probably knew well enough how to do it himself. But he was biting his lip and
nodding along so sweetly to whatever Blaine said.
Perhaps standing practically nude in front of a stranger in his father’s living
room has rendered him just a little senseless, Blaine mused to himself.
"There," he said at last, smiling and holding the garment up for inspection.
"All is well! And hopefully in time for you to finish the undoubtedly lovely
ensemble you have planned for it."
Freeing the hand covering his nipples in favor of keeping his pussy concealed,
Kurt tentatively took the shirt and whispered his thanks. For the first time
since appearing downstairs, he met Blaine’s eyes. Blaine could see the boy’s
breathing quicken, his cheeks stain a deeper pink - ah, he loved how quickly
virgins could become fully aroused. Kurt would probably need to change those
panties if he didn’t want them sticking to his skin all day at school. Or
perhaps he would get himself off upstairs and clean up before getting dressed.
Shyly slipping one slender finger inside himself, or rubbing over his clit
until he cried out and gushed hot and sweet—-
"Sorry about the wait, Anderson!" Burt’s voice boomed out from the garage,
causing Kurt to squeal and tear up back up the stairs. Blaine admired his
beautiful behind bouncing up and down as he took the steps at a rapid pace.
When Kurt was out of view, he sighed, subtly readjusted himself, and turned to
where Burt was entering the kitchen covered in machine oil and clutching
whatever it was Blaine had decided he needed so badly.
Really, what he needed was something Burt certainly wouldn’t hand over so
easily.
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