Cooper, as Blaine predicted, hated that his little brother was going to be in *his* movie. Kurt got in the middle of the argument with a smile and a, "Settle down, tiger. Youre still the star." Blaine would have growled at his brother, except Kurt was so focused on Cooper being a big baby about everything that neither would have noticed. 

Thanks to that lovely exchange, Blaine wasnt in the best mood when he arrived at the building where they would be filming. The front was blocked off and he had to show ID to get through the barricade. Brighter light than he expected lit the club. He guessed it would look darker in the movie. Cameras and equipment were everywhere with actors and crew wandering around. Staff set up a food table out the way. Kurt waved from a make-up station where a stylist fixed his hair. 

Blaine waved back, unsure of what he should do now. A team of men and women were going around and making sure everyones clothes and hair was appropriate. Blaine felt a little odd in the kind of skin tight jeans Kurt usually wore and no shirt. He knew he was fit and looked decent, but still. 

One of the extras wandered over. "Hi," he said, "Im Logan. Have you done much acting? I dont think Ive seen you in anything."

"Oh, um no. This is a first for me. And Im Blaine." Logan wore a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top. Blaine hated his large muscles. A glance  around the room again confirmed that at least half of the actors had the same jock build. He knew Kurt had a thing for jocks in high school. First Finn, then Sam. Not that he could blame him for the Sam thing. That boy was build and such a sweetie. But that still didnt mean that he liked Kurt being around all these tall, gorgeous guys. Guys who were all taller and more gorgeous than him.

"I havent done much," Logan said. "My husband saw the open casting call and talked me into it. I have a few lines with Kurt and Cooper so Im a little nervous."

Logan instantly became Blaines favorite person in the world, except for Kurt. At least there was one guy he didnt have to worry about. "How long have you been married?" 

"Six months, so were still in the honeymoon phase."

"Congratulations. And for the record, Coopers a dick, so just ignore anything he says."

Luke scrunched up his face. "I know you said youre new at this, but calling the star of the movie a dick is a good way to get kicked off the set.”

"If Cooper tries to kick me off the set, Ill kick his ass. I've done it before.” That wasn't strictly true, but it sounded better than what actually happened.

A knowing look crossed Logans face. "Related?"

"Brothers. Lucky me. And if you want to get in good with Kurt, complement his tattoo." Despite still being a little sensitive about his "drunken mistake," he liked showing it off.

"The one that says Conner?" Logan asked. "I thought that was for the movie?"

Blaine froze. "What tattoo that says Connor?"

"The one on his left wrist. And its funny because of the stylized script, it looks like it says Cooper."

Blaine was going to punch his stupid brother in his stupid face for getting Kurt into this. If Kurt had a tattoo of someones name, it should be Blaines. In fact it should say "Property of Blaine Anderson. Do Not Touch.”

"Listen up,” a female voice shouted. The woman was short with long dark, curly hair in a ponytail. Her clothes were casual, but as a dedicated Vogue reader, Blaine could tell they were designer, even if he couldnt pick out which one. "My assistant and I will be coming around to place you. Focus on whoever is on the stage. Dont sing along. The music playing when we film you may not be the same part or even the same song in the final edit. As a reminder, this movie is rated R so keep your pants on. If you get inappropriate, Ill ask you to leave. You better not do anything that makes someone come to me and complain. Any questions?"

No one said anything.

“Another thing. Do not crowd the main actors trying to get on screen youll piss me off and you dont want to do that. We will be filming all day and most of it will end up on the cutting room floor. Last chance, any questions?"

A guy raised his glass. "Are we supposed to actually drink these?" 

"No. Its colored water and plastic ice. You can put your mouth on the straw or pretend to sip it if you were handed a drink. I dont want the levels of the beverages changing randomly."

Blaine smiled at Logan. "This makes watching a stripper sound boring."

"Yeah, but it will look good after its been edited into a movie.”

“And action!”

Music began playing. Blaine recognized Relax and Kurts voice filled the room as he swung around the pole, shaking his ass, and playfully tossing his clothes at the audience. 

Relax dont do it

When you want to go to it

Relax dont do it

When you want to come

Relax dont do it

When you want to come

When you want to come

Kurt was going to cause one of the infamous McKinley High sex riots if he didn't tone it down. And as much as he'd had trouble picturing exactly what Kurt meant by the offhand comment, he didn't want to experience if Kurt was the cause.

He must be loving this, Blaine thought. Kurt was sex on legs. They needed to buy a stripper pole for their bedroom. And some tear away pants.

But shoot it in the right direction

Make making it your intention-ooh yeah

Live those dreams

Scheme those schemes

Got to hit me

Hit me

Hit me with those laser beams

Im coming

Im coming-yeah

Blaine danced to the beat, cheering Kurt on. He smiled, secure in the knowledge that Kurt would be going home with him.

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Reality failed to live up to Blaine's expectations. The amount of standing around was ridiculous. The crew would set up a shot, get the background people in place, and film the exact same thing from several angles. Blaine had no idea how Kurt was remaining so calm and being so sexy with a camera in his face and focused on his mostly naked body. And while Blaine would never get tired of listening to Kurt sing, hearing the same song dozens of times in a row slowly got a little old.

Watching hot guys stick money in Kurts thong was unpleasant, and he tensed up the more it happened. He wanted to smack Logans hand when it slid over Kurts hip to place the money in the waist band. The way Kurt and Cooper were gazing longingly into each others eyes was going to make him throw something at his brother.

The feeling got worse the more takes they did.

Exhaustion prevented Blaine from reacting much when the director finally called an end to filming for the day. It had gone on so long hed been given lunch and dinner, neither of which he'd gotten to eat with his husband. 

Kurt left to get cleaned up and changed and hopefully wash off that stupid fake tattoo. Blaine stood awkwardly by the bar, drinking a bottle of water. Logan hovered nearby. All Blaine wanted to do was get Kurt, go home, and have sex. Or cuddle. He settle for cuddling until they both fell asleep. That list didn't include making small talk with Logan. Didn't Logans husband want him to come home? He had mentioned a honeymoon phase, why did he keep going on and on about Kurt and Cooper looking so sexy together? There was porn on the internet if he wanted to see guys kissing.

“That Kurt is tasty,” Logan said. “Do you think hell be coming out this way?”

Blaine resisted the urge to throw his water in Logan's face to cool him off. “No clue,” he muttered. There must be some graceful way to work the fact that he and Kurt were married into the conversation. 

“My husband is madly in lust with Kurt and begged me to suggest a threesome.”

How could Logan say that so nonchalantly?  Blaine flinched. 

Logan rolled his eyes. “What? Love is love and lust is lust. And my husband will love me even more if I can get it set up. Who wouldn't want to tap that fine ass?”

“I've got to go,” Blaine said. If he stayed there one more second, he was going to do something stupid. Something monumentally stupid like kick Logan in the nuts. 

“They won't let extras into the main dressing room,” Logan called. “I tried.”

Fuck you, Blaine thought. He was going to see his husband and keep him away from stupid jocks and grabby brothers. 

Cooper exited the dressing area as Blaine tried to enter. 

“He's with me,” Cooper said to the guy guarding the door. 

Turning and sticking his tongue out at Logan would have been childish. But it didn't mean Blaine didn't want to do it.

The instant they got home, Blaine pulled Kurt into the shower. “Want you soooo bad,” he moaned. Blaine soaped up a poof and began running it over Kurt's beautiful long legs. Kurt didn't like sex when he started out all sweaty and gross. And this way he wouldn't smell like Logan or Cooper or whoever the hell else had touched Kurt during filming.

“What are you in the mood for?” Kurt asked. His dick hardened as Blaine cleaned it with his soapy fingers, sliding them up and down the length.

“I want to bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you till we both come.”

Kurt's eyes dilated. “I think that can be arranged.” 

Blaine finished getting them both clean in record time and maneuvered them into the bedroom. Kurt leaned over the bed, ass in the air, legs spread. He shook his hips. “See something you want?”

“Always,” Blaine said. “I always want you.” He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers. Blaine stroked around Kurt's rim a few times and then pressed two fingers inside. 

Kurt moaned and thrust back. “Oh, god,” he whimpered. 

Blaine added a third and a fourth finger, spreading them apart, making sure Kurt was ready. He lined his dick up with Kurt's hole and pushed in, savoring the heat and the tightness. Blaine gripped Kurt's hips, fucking in fast. He leaned forward so he could reach Kurt's neck. The harder Blaine bit, the louder Kurt moaned. 

Kurts fingers gripped the comforter, his knuckles white, and his body rocking forward with each thrust. 

"Wanna feel you come," Blaine breathed. He let go with one hand and reached under Kurt to stroke him. 

"Please," Kurt whimpered. 

A few strokes of Kurts dick and his body clamped around Blaine. "Mine," Blaine breathed. Kurt was his. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over Blaine as he shivered inside of Kurt. 

Blaine leaned his forehead on Kurts shoulder and followed him down as he slumped on the bed. They lay there panting, Blaine loving the way Kurt got so relaxed and boneless after an amazing orgasm. He started to soften and had to pull out. "Ill be back with a cloth in a minute."

Kurt mumbled something that faintly resembled, "Thanks."

He couldnt help smiling when he finally peeled himself off his husband. Blaine kissed the bite marks on Kurt's shoulder, licking over his real tattoo. 

"Bad husband," Kurt said swatting at Blaine. "No more sex for you tonight. I have enough energy to crawl under the covers and fall asleep and nothing else."

Blaine could live with that. The endorphins from his orgasm was about to knock him out. 

The next morning when he saw the faint handprint shaped bruises on Kurt's hips, Blaine tried to feel guilty for gripping and thrusting so vigorously, but failed. He liked the idea that Kurt would have a visible reminder for a few days.