Blaine had been doing a decent job of handling his emotions. He and Kurt were having lots of sex and so what if hed been getting a little aggressive. But he knew, intellectually, that Kurt and Cooper were rehearsing and would start filming shortly. And they would be kissing and...worse. But as long as he didnt dwell on it, he was fine. Kurt seemed happy with the frequency and type of sex and teaching was going fantastic. Blaine's kids would be performing in city wide show with junior and senior high students. He was insanely proud of his singers and couldnt wait to show them off. 

Hours devoted to practicing for his own upcoming performance and generally keeping busy were definitely the answer to avoid thinking about what his husband and brother might be doing at this exact moment. For all he knew, they were naked with the entire crew ensuring they had the perfect lighting and looked amazing while they kissed and Cooper ran his hands over Kurts naked ass-

Blaine shook his head. He was not thinking about it. Kurt said the movie was rated R and they couldnt get too graphic in an R rated movie, right? 

That brought him up short. Blaine tried to remember what movies had graphic sex and if they were rated R or what. He could be objective about heterosexual sex in movies and TV shows, but he didnt pay much attention to it. This was going to drive him bonkers unless he got a grip. Hed take a break from lesson planning and have some fun. 

After playing some stupid popping bubbles game for less than a minute, he opened a new window and typed "movie ratings" into a search engine. 

An hour later he had a headache. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the ratings system. Movies from the seventies had full frontal nudity and were rated R. The Man Who Fell To Earth was probably the strangest movie Blaine had ever seen and it showed clear shots of David Bowies dick. Blaine remembered seeing it as a teen and wondering why he wasnt hard if he was supposed to be having sex. That would have probably pushed it to NC17 or what ever the equivalent was in the seventies. Now, nudity equaled R or higher. 

But it looked like a lot of the time, they would film the movie the way the director wanted it, get it rated, and then make changes if they hadnt gotten the rating they desired. That was almost worse. No. It *was* worse. Much worse. Kurt and Cooper could be filming some pornographic love scene and if it got cut from the film, hed never know. Or it could end up in an unrated director's cut edition and he wouldn't know about it for months.

And that wasn't counting stuff that got edited out for time considerations and plot reasons. 

They cut less than a minute from Basic Instinct, which Blaine had never seen, to get it down to an R rating. Kevin Smith blasted the MPAA for their archaic and random ratings of movies. Blaine would have to grill Kurt when he got home. 

He finally managed to push away from the computer to start on dinner. Blaine would surprise Kurt with fancy food and start subtly asking questions. With a plan in place, he went to the kitchen to plan a meal.

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Kurt stumbled in the door just after six, dropped his bag on the floor, and fell on the couch after a half hearted, "Im home." 

"How was your day?" Blaine asked. Dinner would be ready shortly. The rice and salad were on the table and the baked chicken should be done in a few minutes. Hed even crack open a bottle of wine if Kurt wanted. 

"Im so sore, its not even funny."

What on earth did that mean? "What happened?" Blaine asked, keeping his voice as steady as possible. 

"I need to start stretching more. Im not as flexible as I was in high school and keep your legs spread for long periods of time isnt as easy as it sounds."

Blaine frowned. "You started the sex scenes already?" It was exactly what he was imagining earlier. Kurt and his brother having pretend sex while being filmed. 

"No. I wish," Kurt said with a laugh. "That would be more fun than learning to pole dance properly. Theres this one move that looks awesome if you can do it and its so awkward. Its kind of sliding down the pole into the splits. Ill get it, though. And besides, who said Cooper is the top for sex? He probably is, but we havent gotten to the blocking for those parts."

Thinking about Kurt fucking Cooper was even worse than thinking about Cooper fucking Kurt and he had no idea why. Probably because Kurt tended to top.

Blaine pulled the pan out of the oven and set it on a hot pad. "Sounds interesting." Kurt dancing around a pole mostly naked definitely sounded interesting. And sexy. If only the whole world wouldnt have the chance to see it, too. Blaine wondered how difficult it would be to sneak on the set and get a private performance.

"Ill be recording the songs next week and we start filming the week after," Kurt said. "And just to let you know, Im going to have to keep my ring off for a while. They dont want to indent on my finger showing up on camera and I keep feeling for it."

Blaines lips pulled into a tight line. "What ever you need to do, beautiful. I understand." He was proud that his voice remained even, because while he understood intellectually, he wasnt happy about it.

"You know, dinner will keep for a while," Blaine said suddenly. "I bet I can help you relax."

"I bet you could, but only if I top and youre on top. Thats all I have energy for."

"You letting me ride your beautiful cock? Sounds good to me. You can even stay on the couch." Blaine needed to feel Kurt inside him, needed to feel them connected. He double checked that everything was off and the food would be fine while they had sex. 

In the living room, Kurt lay sprawled on the couch, naked and hard, lazily stoking his dick. "I got started."

"Mmmhmm," Blaine murmured in agreement. He stripped off his clothes as he walked to the couch, tossing them on the floor with no concern for wrinkles. Blaine straddled his husband, pulling him closer, and biting down on Kurts neck. 

Kurt moaned, arching his back, and gripping Blaines ass. 

Blaine kissed down Kurts chest, stopping to suck on a nipple, enjoying the way it hardened under his tongue. A few more bites across pale skin and he had the other one in his mouth. An increase in pressure from his teeth and Kurts breath turned to shallow pants. Blaine threaded his fingers through silky hair.

"Lube," Kurt moaned. "We need lube."

"Right here, babe," Blaine said as he slid up Kurts body to get the tube out of the end table drawer. He fumbled one-handed with the cap, not wanting to let go of Kurt even for a moment. Eventually, Blaine managed to get his fingers coated and he stroked up and down Kurts dick several times. He reached behind to press two slick fingers inside and spread them apart, enjoying the stretch and knowing it would be better when it was Kurt.

Blaine gripped the base of Kurts dick with practiced ease and slowly sank down on it, moaning at the sensation. Perfection. Sex with Kurt was always perfect, even when it was awkward or didnt go as smoothly as they wanted. 

Kurt thrust up as Blaine dropped down and they both groaned. "So fucking good," Kurt hissed.

"You, too, beautiful." 

Talking became impossible as they breathed into each others mouthes, kissing between whimpers. 

Blaines orgasm snuck up on him. He threw his head back and moaned, clenching rhythmically around Kurt. His husband looked so beautiful with come on his chest, a hickie forming on his neck, and his lower lip between his teeth as he chased his own release. Kurt thrust into Blaine, pushing up over and over until his hips stilled and his body shivered with pleasure.

Flopping forward, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Love you forever," he whispered, tingly spasms still firing through his body. Kurt twitched inside, making Blaine whimper at the pressure on his sensitive rim. He was going to be sore, but it was worth it.

"Forever." Kurts softening dick slipped out with a wet gush. "Ill love you even more if you get us cleaned up."

Blaine smiled. "Anything for you, beautiful." Even if anything meant walking to the bathroom with come dropping out of his ass to get a washcloth. He cleaned up and brought a warm cloth to Kurt, wiping his dick gently. 

"Give me a minute to get dressed and we should eat. Ive definitely worked up an appetite after that."

"So whats new with the movie?" Blaine asked when they sat at the table for dinner. He positioned himself carefully on the chair, thankful Kurt had insisted on comfortable padding for in the kitchen.

"Its kind of low budget, so they need to be frugal. They may be doing an open call for people to dance in the club scenes and be bar patrons. If you know anyone interested in getting their fifteen seconds of fame for basically free, let me know."

"Wont that cause a problem if you have random guys who arent actors in a movie?" Blaine knew some people could pick up on stuff quickly, but it sounded like a hot mess. He thought of friends from high school. Sebastian wouldnt be able to keep it rated R, Rachel would try to steal the scene despite being an extra, and Sam probably would steal the scene with his stripping experience. 

"I dont know. Ive only had bit parts in a few things so its never been an issue. Besides, this is LA. If they cant get a room full of actors for a movie here, it cant be done."

Blaine laughed. LA was the land of people with stars in their eyes. And he had the best idea ever. Cooper would hate it, but Cooper could go fuck himself. 

"When do you think theyll be casting?" Blaine asked. He may not need to sneak on the set to see Kurt pole dancing after all.