"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked from the bathroom. He came stomping out naked, climbed on the bed, and straddled Blaines hips. "What is your problem?"

"What?" Blaine asked, too sleepy to figure out what hed done. Hed woken up enough to realize Kurt was going to take a shower and then he drifted back off.

Kurt pointed at the large bite mark on his neck. "Are you part vampire? If you met Robert Patterson and never told me, I will be pissed."

"Huh?" Blaine didnt get it.

"The bite marks, the hickies, the bruises. The aggressive sex is hot, but I miss the slow sweet stuff sometimes. And Im going to be on TV today with a mark that looks like my husband tried to eat me. Explain."

Blaine sighed. "Youre always going on and on about how great it is to kiss Cooper and how big his dick is. I just want everyone to know youre mine. I want you to know you're mine," Blaine added softly. 

Kurt blinked. "Wait." He paused for several seconds. "What?"

"You know what I mean."

"No, I dont, Blaine. When did I go on about kissing Cooper?"

"At the club after you sang karaoke and we had sex in the bathroom."

Kurt started laughing. "Oh, sweetheart. The DJ didnt want to let me use the cordless mike, even after I offered him fifty dollars. When he asked if he knew me from somewhere and I told him about the movie. He was crazy in lust with your brother and he asked what it was like to kiss Cooper. I played it up so hed let me sing and then I didnt want you getting in trouble after Steven asked why you dragged me off to the bathroom for a quickie. I thought you realized that. And I have no idea how big Coopers dick is. It wasnt like he was hard when we were filming or anything. Ewe, gross."

"But at Comic Con..."

Kurt fixed him with a bitch glare. "Cooper had no idea what to say. When they blocked the sex scenes, we were pelvis to pelvis so there was no way we could have been doing anything besides grinding even though the script specified we were doing it. And when you asked who was on top, well, I didnt think much before I spoke. That was a dick move, calling Cooper a porn watching shit in front of a crowd while we were promoting the movie. So I was a dick back. But it still doesnt explain what your problem is." Kurts voice grew louder the longer he spoke.

"I hate seeing you with Cooper," Blaine yelled.

"Well so do I," Kurt shouted back, his eyes filling with tears.

"What? Im not hugging and kissing on him and being all touchy feely with Cooper."

"No, but you still have your brother and I dont."

Blaines stomach dropped and he thought he was going to throw up. That thought had never crossed his mind. “I'm an idiot," Blaine said. 

"You *are* an idiot. Coopers like a brother to me."

"Yeah, I totally get the brotherly vibe when you two are kissing and pretending to have sex."

"For the movie. Besides, I was in love with Finn in high school and I got our parents to date so I could spend time with him. I clearly have a fucked up definition of brother."

Blaines lips twitched. It was kind of funny when Kurt put it like that.

"Your brother is an attention whore. So if I fawn over him, he does things the way I want. Its faster than arguing with him. Did you know he didnt want us to have sex or even masturbate for two weeks before the big sex scene to have authentic tension? When I pointed out that no one could resist the sexy Anderson men and was he really going to turn down all the offers he got over the next two weeks, he caved."

Kurt wiped at his eyes. "I miss Finn everyday. And its so nice having a guy friend who doesnt care that Im gay. Hell. At the club when took Cooper out for research, I told him the marks on my hips were from you getting carried away and he said, Way to go,' and gave me a fist bump despite the fact that Id been having sex with his brother."

"Really?" Blaine asked. Huh. Maybe he would have to speak to Cooper again. Eventually.

"And how do you think I feel?" Kurt continued. “Everywhere we go I see guys, and girls too, staring at you like they want rip your clothes off. That guy who had you sign his chest at the concert? I wanted to punch him in the face or write ‘Belongs to Kurt on your forehead so hed back off. Even the moms and a few of the dads at the kids shows want to jump you. And that Sam clone who was all over you when we filmed the club scene, you have no idea how much self restraint it took not to march over there and bend you over the nearest surface."

An evil idea crossed Blaines mind. "You mean Logan? Mmmm. All those muscles."

"Ill show you muscles," Kurt growled under his breath. He pounced on Blaines neck, sucking and biting. Blaine could do nothing but tilt his head to the side and moan. Kurts thumb dug into his hip through the bedspread and Blaine suspected it would leave a mark. He hoped it would.

"Get the lube," Kurt said, yanking the blankets out of the way.

Blaine fumbled with the bedside drawer. Concentrating on getting the bottle out was nearly impossible when Kurt was sucking on his neck. He managed to grab it and hand it to Kurt.

"Youre going to spread your legs,” Kurt said between kisses, “as wide as you can and keep them like that.” 

Blaine did as he was ordered. Two slippery fingers pressed inside. Kurt went hard and fast, stretching the muscles.

"Im gonna fuck you hard." Kurt pulled his fingers out and thrust in. 

Blaine whimpered. Kurt knew the perfect angle find his prostate and he only hit it every few strokes. Wiggling and squirming werent helping. His husband was evil. Pure evil. Blaine loved him for it. 

Wrapping his legs around Kurt's hips, Blaine pulled him closer. He couldnt reach his dick, but it forced Kurt to brush his prostate every time he fucked in. It went on forever, Kurt inside him, Kurt around him, Kurt everywhere. 

Kurt stilled, pushing in as deep as he could go, holding Blaine tight as he let out a high whimper and came. Blaine shifted his hips to get a little more pressure against his dick. A few more thrusts and Blaine pulsed between them, wet warmth coating their chests. 

"I love you," Blaine said. His legs fell to the side and Kurt lay on top of him, panting against his neck.

"I love you, too." Kurt slowly climbed off and smiled. "Now everyone can see youre mine."

Blaine glanced down at the bruises on his hips and the bit marks on his chest. "Only if Im shirtless. Im not sure me going around half naked is going to have the effect you want.” Between last night and this morning, they really should take a shower and clean up. Which brought up a question. "Why didnt they show you and Cooper in the shower for more than a second?"

"Uh...I may have...exaggerated what happened in the shower because it was a good excuse to pin you against the wall and get a little rough since I was angry.”

"Kurt Hummel, did you lie to me for sex?"

"No," Kurt said, matter of fact, "I was channeling Kevin at the time and Kevin has no qualms about lying to get what he wants."

Blaine laughed. Kurt was his true love and the only one he wanted, but Kevin could be a lot of fun.

"Actually, I have an idea...." He leaned over Blaine to pull something out of the bottom drawer. “Close your eyes and no peeking.”

Eyes closed, Blaine tried to figure out what Kurt had in mind. Was Kurt drawing on his hip? It tickled. 

“You can look now,” Kurt said.

The words Blaine + Kurt were written in a heart with and arrow through it. 

“Um,” Blaine mumbled, unsure what else to say.

“I used to draw that all the time at Dalton before you got a clue. I had it in most of my notebooks over and over and over. I think you should get it right there and Ill get your name on my wrist.” 

"Huh?"

"I want another tattoo. And I want you to get one. To paraphrase Beyonce, I like it and I put a ring on it. Now I want to put a tattoo on it. And at the next performance you do, Im going to put you in some low slung jeans and shirt that shows it off."

"I...okay," Blaine finally managed to get out. The faint uncertainty about the pain involved was overridden by the knowledge that Kurt would have "Blaine" written permanently on his body in a visible place.

"Id say lets have some celebratory sex, but my dick needs at least ten minutes. Or maybe twenty after that."

"Sure, anything you want," Blaine said. "Lets go out to eat tonight before we head to the tattoo parlor." And while they were at the restaurant, maybe he should mention that Logan had no interest in Blaine and wanted Kurt for a threesome so he wouldnt get yelled at.

"So you know," Kurt said, drawing over the pen marks with his finger, "when we go see the movie again before the cast party, Cooper and I plan to get up on the small stage in front of the screen and sing with the credits. We arent asking permission, were just going to do it. Cooper wants us to mimic the movie so I dont want you freaking out if he kisses me at the end."

"Arent you going to get in trouble? I thought we were going incognito." 

"Werent you paying attention? Your brother is an attention whore. He probably hoping he gets mobbed by fans and itll be good publicity if someone posts a video online.”

"That sounds like my brother." Blaine shifted a little, enjoying the ache in his ass from the vigorous sex. After a moment's consideration, he decided that if he didnt say anything about Logan now, he could bring him up the next time he wanted Kurt to pound him through the mattress. 

Maybe a little jealously wasnt always such a bad thing.

The End!

Original Prompt:

Kurt and Cooper get cast in a film as lovers. Blaine tries to be supportive but it makes him jealous. After the premiere and having to watch his brother and husband in several sex scenes he drags Kurt home for some jealous claiming sex.