A/N: This is the first time I’ve written smut since eighth grade, and I feel like it’s probably worse than some of the shit I came up with then. But whatever, I’m a bit rusty. This popped into my head and wouldn’t go away, so I wrote it down. 

ERIN, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T READ THIS. THAT GOES FOR ANYONE ELSE WHO KNOWS THIS BLOG EXISTS WHO REALLY SHOULDN’T. I WILL DISOWN YOU IF YOU READ THIS AND YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND I WILL HAVE TO MOVE TO ALASKA AND PLEASE JUST DON’T DO IT.

Cooper stood outside his brother’s bedroom, leaning his forehead on the door; breathing, listening, willing his brother to be asleep. It’s not that he didn’t mind helping Blaine get to sleep, he didn’t even question the need, and sometimes, when their parents spent the night away, he would even be an active participant in the ritual, but he really, honestly, wished that this wasn’t something Blaine needed.

And even then, it was only because he could tell Blaine still wasn’t completely comfortable with the need himself. But at least he wasn’t suffering from insomnia anymore. At least he identified the problem, with help from Cooper, and they came up with a way to help. He tried to explain to Blaine, multiple times, there’s nothing wrong with needing something. It’s basic human desire, and it’s okay.

Cooper heard the little whines coming from inside the room and he sighed lightly. He didn’t mind helping, he just wished he didn’t have to hear Blaine struggle and fight with it. He hoped, eventually, he wouldn’t have to tell Blaine it’s okay to let go, he wouldn’t have to command him to let his body enjoy it, crave it, need it.

He turned the knob silently and opened the door, sliding in before closing it just as carefully behind him. He looked over at Blaine, in the darkness of his bedroom all he could make out was his body, lying stiff on the bed, legs splayed with both hands shoved between his thighs.

Cooper crept closer, trying not to disturb his brother’s efforts, but it was useless, Blaine locked eyes on him and let out a whimper. It was like he was pleading with him, the look of need so clear in Blaine’s eyes that Cooper’s heart clenched.

He sat on the edge of the bed next to Blaine, and as his eyes adjusted he could make out more clearly Blaine’s desperate situation. His right hand was slick, rubbing wide circles over his clit, while his left was twisted at an odd angle, pushing the soft pink vibrator in and out of his hole. Cooper could hear the slight vibrations it was making, he could tell it wasn’t enough. None of this was enough for Blaine, and he could tell it was killing him.

Cooper ran a hand through Blaine’s damp curls as Blaine stopped his ministrations, “I can’t- It’s-,” he whimpered again, “Not working,”

Cooper leaned down to kiss Blaine’s neck, sucking kisses into his skin, trailing up to his ear. He bit the lobe softly and whispered, “Imagine it’s me,”

Blaine felt a jolt through his body and shivered heavily as Cooper continued, “Imagine it’s me, my hands on you, my fingers circling you, rubbing at your clit, unrelenting,”

Blaine let out a heaving breath and his fingers slid back down his stomach, to once again rub at himself, “I wont stop until you come,” Blaine bit his lip, letting out a whine, moving his fingers faster.

“Imagine it’s me controlling that vibrator, my hands pushing it into you, filling you up,” Blaine arched off the bed at Cooper’s words, and he fumbled to find his grip on the device, shoving it inside himself deeper.

“Turn it up for me,” Blaine’s head fell back as he pressed the small button and he moaned, “Imagine me searching for that spot, the one that makes you scream,” Blaine shivers yet again, twisting his hand and searching, and- “Hnngh,” he starts panting, hips moving up off the bed.

“That’s it,” Cooper purrs, “Remember, I’m not stopping until you come. I’ll rub your clit harder and faster and push in deeper and deeper until your body jumps over the edge and you can’t even see straight,”

“Ungh, God, Cooper,” Blaine chokes out, his fingers grinding down in small circles, his legs tensing, almost cramping with the effort.

Cooper busies himself with trailing kissing up and down Blaine’s neck, sucking into that spot he loves, where his neck meets the shoulder, biting down softly, “More,” he whispers into Blaine’s skin.

Blaine feels his back arch further, his stomach tighten, his whole body wound tight and ready to snap. He pushes the vibrator deeper, until he can’t even grip it anymore, it’s just his fingers on the tip pushing it in as far as it will go. It’s too far past his g-spot to get the pleasant jolts now, but he doesn’t care. It’s the feeling of being full that he craves, and his fingers ache with the angle and the pressure but still, he pushes further.

“Unnh, Cooper, please, so- sooo close, I’m-” Blane squeezes his eyes shut, curls his toes, his breaths coming in little ‘ahs’ and gasps.

“It’s okay Blaine, let go,” and as soon as the words leave his brother’s lips and ghost across his collarbone, he does.

His body tightens up even more and he feels himself drop over the edge, his muscles twitching and pulsing, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

And then it’s over, his body sore and limbs heavy and weak. He takes in deep, even breaths, his hands dropping away to his sides, the fingers of his left hand flexing, trying to get rid of the kinks. Cooper pushes his hair back, kissing him on the forehead, “I knew you could do it, Blaine,”

Blaine doesn’t respond, just makes a noncommittal noise from the back of his throat and relaxes further into the pillows.

Cooper reaches down to the vibrator, nudges it, turns it off, fully intending to pull it out, when Blaine says “Please, not yet,” turning his head away from Cooper, looking down at the comforter.

“Okay, Blaine, it’s okay,” Cooper removes his hand, rubbing Blaine’s thigh instead, for comfort. He uses his other hand to pet Blaine’s hair, softly.

Blaine relaxes again, and Cooper gets lost in his thoughts.

This is the part that Blaine’s afraid of, the part that he hates the most, how much he needs this. He doesn’t know why, or how, or even when this need started, all he knows is that it’s constant. He loves the feeling of being full, of having something there inside of him, and he needs it. Especially once he’s come, he doesn’t want Cooper to pull out right away, he’d rather he stay forever.

This is the only way Blaine can sleep. He’s ashamed of it, hates his body for needing this, hates his mind for not cooperating and making things more difficult than they need to be, hates himself, hates everything. Cooper tries to help as best as he can, but there’s only so much you can do. So he does this. He helps Blaine in any way he can.
Cooper thinks Blaine must be asleep at this point, his eyes closed and breathing even, his hands now curled up to his chest, so he places his hand once again between his brother’s thighs.

“Just a little bit longer?” Blaine mumbles, half asleep.

Cooper smiles at him. His eyes are itching and his leg has fallen asleep and he just wants to curl up in bed himself and rest. “Sure, Blaine. Get some sleep,”

He’ll wait until Blaine is properly asleep, it’s the least he can do.