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WHO: Alexander Smythe and Blaine Anderson

NOTES: Blaine and Alex attend a small gathering with some of Alex’s friends. Blaine drinks a little too much and makes a new friend, and Alex decides to use Blaine in a way he hasn’t before.

Blaine Anderson

Alcohol had always been something of a mystery to Blaine. He'd never been allowed to drink it before Wellington, and if he had, he was sure he'd be beaten. And while he was at Wellington, he didn't touch any either, mainly due to Braxton. The only opportunity he'd really had was a glass of wine at the headmaster's party, but he'd spent most of the time at his brother's mercy and didn't have time for something as simple as drinking. So when Alex had suggested they go to a small gathering, not unlike a party, with some friends of his, Blaine wasn't really expecting to drink.

They spent most of their night with a claimed pair, Master Olivier and his slave, Gabriel (who everyone referred to as 'Pet'). Blaine had liked them immediately. They reminded him of himself and Alex in their love for one another. It was clear how much they cared and their relationship was wonderful. Blaine had immediately gotten along wth Gabriel, especially when he was told he could refer to him by his actual name rather than 'Pet', and they'd spent most of the evening kneeling at their Masters' feet, talking enthusiastically about the newest Star Wars movie and what it could involve.

The drinks had flowed nicely and Blaine's words were becoming more and more slurred by the minute. It wasn't until they were in the car back to their apartment that Blaine realised he wasn't sober and there was definitely some alcohol in his system. He pressed close to Alex as their driver took them home, letting his fingers dance over his jaw. But he didn't speak, not until they were at the door to their home, Blaine stumbling inside and giving a snort of laughter, leaning against the wall.

"I think Gabriel gave me a little too much to drink," Blaine said to his Master, grinning at him. "Because I can't walk in a straight line, Sir. And all I want to do right now is get on my knees and suck your cock. But I'm unsteady and wobbly. It's like my legs are rubber or something." Blaine was hardly aware of his rambling, running a hand through his loose curls and grinning again. "We should get pizza!"

Alexander Smythe

He had been looking forward to introducing Blaine to Olivier and pet for weeks. He and the other Master had grown up together, had a secret promise to claim the other if one ended up a slave and he was the closest person to him. They’d gone their separate ways as young adults with Alex opting to travel and Olivier heading straight into school. Truth be told, seeing how happy Olivier and pet were had been one of the driving forces behind his own enrolment and now that they were back in the same city on a permanent basis, he wanted to show Blaine off.

He hadn’t monitored his alcohol intake; engrossed in his friend, and content to leave Blaine talking away with pet after he’d seen them gel so quickly. However, he was regretting that decision slightly now. Blaine was clearly drunk and while it didn’t bother him, he didn’t want him to wake up feeling sick tomorrow. ‘Are you suggesting you don’t always want to get on your knees and suck my cock when you’re sober?’ He asked, a teasing lilt in his tone.

He wrapped his arm around him and guided him through to the sitting area where he helped him plop down on the couch. ‘Blaine, you can’t be hungry. We just ate so much food at Oli’s house.’ He pointed out, threading his fingers through curls that had long come loose. ‘You’re clearly too buzzed to go to bed yet.’ He hummed. ‘We’ll stay up if you want; watch a movie or something.’ He suggested. ‘Pet spilled red wine on my trousers earlier so let me go shower the stickiness away and then we can curl up, get some water into you yeah?’

Blaine Anderson

"I always want to be on my knees with your cock in my mouth, Alex. I'd be a cock warmer for you if you asked," Blaine grinned at his Master, giggling as he was guided through and sat down on the couch, leaning back against it immediately. "You ate so much food at Sir Olivier's house," He corrected with a grin. "I drank whatever Gabriel gave me and spoke to him about the upcoming Star Wars movie!" He hummed happily at the touches to his hair, sitting up a little straighter so he could be close to Alex.

"Okay, okay, we can watch a movie and then you can cuddle me and I'll try my best not to accidentally start sucking your dick," Blaine said with another drunken giggle, watching as Alex straightened up and gestured to his pants, wrinkling his nose. "I'm glad you didn't let him clean you, that area of your body is mine," he mumbled, a hint of possessiveness to his voice. But it was gone as suddenly as it came and Blaine grinned up at him. "Okay, Sir, if you shower I'll find a movie for us to watch. And I'll get a drink of water!"

Alexander Smythe

‘Is that so? I think you’d look quite pretty kneeling with your mouth ajar and my cock on your tongue. Perhaps I’ll have you do that at our next dinner party.’ He suggested entirely seriously. ‘Mm, I seem to recall a certain someone having a fondness for all the bread and cheese on offer. pet knows how to serve a French dinner.’ He remarked, reaching out to brush his fingers against Blaine’s stomach.

He shook his head fondly when Blaine talked about accidentally sucking his cock. He was an out and out slut for him and the drunkenness only seemed to magnify that, as well as giving him a dirty mouth.‘‘So I suppose you’re not interested to know that Olivier and pet want to play with us sometime, my possessive boy?’ He asked, arching a brow curiously. That side of Blaine came out so rarely and it always both amused and aroused him when it did. ‘Good boy.’ He praised softly, kissing his hair with a fond smile. ‘I’ll be right back.’

Blaine Anderson

"I don't think you would be able to stop yourself getting hard," Blaine shot back, grinning at him and nodding. "I'd be more than happy to let you use me as your cockwarmer. My body is yours, remember? I'm your property." He let out a laugh, sitting up to kiss Alex's jaw gently before flopping back on the sofa. Olivier and Gabriel wanted to play with them? That was unexpected and it had him frowning a little. "Wait, they want to play? But you're mine," Blaine said with a pout. "You're my Master and I'm your slave."

Blaine didn't dwell on it though, smiling when he was praised and his head was kissed. He watched Alex leave and heaved a sigh, sitting back on the couch. For a while, he simply sat and looked around their lounge contently. It was their home and he was incredibly proud that they'd managed a relatively normal life together. But Blaine was growing bored and he got to his feet, shuffling through to the kitchen and rummaging the cupboards. In the end, he ended up taking the last three cookies in the jar, as well as an apple, and moved back through to the lounge, tugging his pants off and settling back down on the sofa to wait for his Master, nibbling on the final cookie as he did so.

Alexander Smythe

He thought about pushing the idea of inviting more people into their bubble on a short term basis but knew that it wasn’t a topic that could be properly discussed when Blaine’s judgement was impaired the way it was. He headed to the shower, finishing off quickly and dressed in a pair of light grey sweatpants before heading back out to Blaine.

‘What are you eating?’ He asked, watching Blaine wipe something away from his mouth. He knew drunk equalled hungry but he also knew eating too much when he was drunk would definitely make him throw up; which was definitely something he wanted to avoid. ‘Did you get water?’ He continued, making his way into the kitchen. He filled two pint glasses with water and after a beat, pulled the cookie jar down deciding if he was denying Blaine pizza, the least he could do was give him something as a treat.

‘Blaine, did you eat the last of the cookies?’ He called out, moving to stand in the doorway between the two rooms, empty jar in hand.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine said nothing at the question, simply grinning at Alex as he walked past. He made himself comfortable on the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "No water yet, Sir," Blaine told him, huffing as he waited impatiently for his Master to come back so they could cuddle.

Then Alex appeared, empty cookie jar in his hands and Blaine looked up at him, eyes wide when he realised Alex knew he'd eaten the last of the cookies. He didn't say anything, but knew deep down his reaction gave him away. "Maybe..." Blaine said slowly. "Would I be in trouble if I did?"

Alexander Smythe

‘Not in trouble per say but I thought I was pretty clear about what you were supposed to do while I was in the shower. I also thought I was pretty clear on the fact that we’ve both had enough bad food for the evening.’ He pointed out, setting the empty jar on the counter.

He couldn’t really be mad. He’d been in Blaine’s state many times himself and he knew Blaine currently didn’t have total control over his actions. He joined him in the living room and handed the glass of water over. ‘Drink up sweetheart. Your head will thank me in the morning.’

Blaine Anderson

"But I did that as well, Sir!" Blaine said, grinning drunkenly at Alex and reaching his hands up, as though to urge him closer. When he'd crossed the room Blaine's face lit up but his smile fell when he simply handed him the glass of water first. He wrinkled his nose and took a sip of the water before curling against Alex.

"I'll go out and buy you a whole box of cookies tomorrow, Sir," Blaine said softly, resting his head on his lap and sighing happily. "Is this what being drunk is like for everyone? I just have the feeling that I'm not the one in control of my body. My arms feel really heavy and it's weird, you know?"

Alexander Smythe

He trailed his fingertips down Blaine’s arm, over his side and a content smile crossed his face as he settled against his lap. ‘A whole box? Are you sure you won’t eat them all on the way home?’ He teased fondly. ‘Mm, I don’t think anyone does drunk like you sweetheart. The not feeling in total control is completely normal. I really should have monitored what you were drinking more carefully but you seemed to be so engrossed I hated to interrupt you for anything.’ He confessed.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine shivered beneath the light touch and pressed himself a little closer to his Master. "I won't eat them on the way home! I couldn't eat a whole box, I don't eat that much." He pouted a little, hand moving down to poke at his stomach, frowning. "You're not mad at me for drinking are you, Sir? I've never really had alcohol before. And I've never been drunk. I kind of just want to sleep forever now."

Alexander Smythe

‘I’m teasing Blaine.’ He laughed, shaking his head. ‘Although I do like your cute little tummy.’ He remarked, his hand following Blaine’s to press against his stomach. He leaned down and kissed him soundly. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you in the slightest. Olivier and pet are important to me and all that mattered to me tonight was that you have them a chance and you did that. The fact you got along so well is a bonus. If I didn’t want you drinking, I would have told you as much.’ He said firmly. ‘pet actually asked me before he gave you anything. He knows I have a strict rule about sex and alcohol and he didn’t want to infringe upon any plans I might have for you later.’

Blaine Anderson

Blaine only pouted again when Alex's hand moved to his stomach. Did he have a tummy? Huh. He wasn't sure if he liked that thought but said nothing for the time being. He tilted his head sideways, curious. "No drunk sex?" Blaine questioned. "Cooper once told me drunk sex is the best sex. I disagree, Alex sex is the best." Blaine grinned and leaned closer to Alex, knowing he would be awake much longer. "I loooove you," he said in a sing-song voice.

Alexander Smythe

‘No drunk sex.’ He’d always been firm about that rule. He dabbled in too much kink, was too much of a sadist to ever let himself play when his brain was impaired by alcohol. He didn’t mind a little fooling around if they were both tipsy, but only when he knew he could kept some element of control over himself. ‘Is that so; Alex sex?’ He shocked his head with a laugh. ‘I think you should tell your very handsome brother that; see what he thinks.’ He returned to petting through Blaine’s soft curls, looking down at him with a soft expression. ‘I love you too little one.’

Blaine Anderson

Blaine nodded when he mentioned Alex sex, a huge grin on his face. It was true that having sex with Alex was his favourite and he moved to cuddle in closer to him, sipping at his water again. But then Alex called his brother handsome and Blaine moved so quickly, he slopped water down his front.

"Cooper is not handsome,” he protested, frowning at Alex. His possessiveness had appeared again and he looked upset. "I haven't spoken to any of my family since last year. Including Cooper. It's like I don't exist to them anymore. No one wants to know the slave of the family." There was a definite hint of bitterness in his tone and ducked his head, ashamed.

Alexander Smythe

He was torn because honestly he enjoyed the little spark of possessiveness Blaine showed towards him on occasion but he hated that he had inadvertently upset him to cause it. ‘You’re not part of their family remember? You’re part of mine. You and me; and I’m very interested in knowing everything there is to know about you.’ He soothed, stroking through his curls.

His fingers hooked in the new soaked t-shirt Blaine was wearing and he gently lifted it over his head. ‘That was insensitive of me little one. I’m sorry.’ He apologised genuinely. ‘Would you like free reign to remind me that I belong to you as much as you belong to me?’ He suggested, hoping physicality would comfort and reassure Blaine as much as pretty words.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine wrinkled his nose at the reminder. He wasn't an Anderson anymore and he couldn't deny that he loved it, loved knowing he completely belonged to the other. But, there was still that feeling of loss. His family had never exactly been loving, but Blaine knew deep down, there was still the little boy who tried so hard to please them, who worked hard in school and kept perfect grades hoping to impress them, hoping for something to let him know they cared. But it never came and instead, he had Braxton to deal with.

"I miss my mom," he admitted quietly, rubbing at his eyes. "Not my father's wife. But the slave who... who gave birth to me. She was always so kind and gentle and I never really understood why. She'd sneak me chocolate when she came to clean my room, or she'd put an extra spoonful of food on my plate when no one else was looking." Blaine sighed, looking up at Alex and moving closer to him again, curling into him. "It's okay," he said quietly, the familiar term of 'little one' relaxing him. "You said no drunk sex so I know that's off the table. Can we just cuddle? I need to know you're here, to look after me."

Alexander Smythe

He hated that there was nothing he could do to reunite Blaine with his Mom. He’d quietly inquired about her; through friends, curious if she’d even come up to be resold and this far, Anderson still seemed pretty attached to her. He pulled his boy back into his chest and cradled him tightly. ‘We can cuddle for as long as you need little one.’ He promised, laying back across the couch and pulling Blaine down with him. ‘I should clarify by saying no kinky sex when you’ve been drinking.’ He clarified, pressing his lips against Blaine’s shoulder. ‘I’m sorry I can’t fix this problem for you.’

Blaine Anderson

Alex's arms around him felt wonderful and Blaine let himself be pulled closer. He felt safe with his Master like this, like nothing could ever touch him and he let out a little sigh, tightening his own grip on him happily. "No kinky sex? Does that mean I still get sex?" Blaine asked with a laugh, though he knew it was unlikely, especially with how much he'd been drinking. "You can't fix all of my problems, Sir. Although I think you've done a pretty good job at helping me with most of them. I can't ever thank you enough for that."

Alexander Smythe

‘Not this time round. You’re a little too inebriated for anything. But I’m not gonna prevent you from drinking in future. Hopefully you’ll remember it turns you into a needy slut, and you’ll pace yourself a little more so we can fool around.’ He teased, whispering the word slut against his ear just for the sake of teasing him. ‘Logically I know I can’t but logic doesn’t stop me from wanting to. You don’t have to thank me for this, not ever. You’re mine. I enjoy taking care of you.’

Blaine Anderson

Blaine pouted at Alex but he didn't push it. Truthfully he was thankful his Master knew he was a little too drunk right now and he loved him for it. But he couldn't stop the low groan at the whisper and shivered, leaning up to kiss him gently, happily. "I love that you want to," he said. "But you can't. I just get a little sad when I think about her sometimes but there's nothing we can do about it. I'm going to thank you every day of my life and you can't stop me," Blaine said with a grin, moving so he was sat up again, rubbing his eyes slowly. "Can we lay in bed and cuddle? It doesn't work very well on the sofa and now I'm wearing too many clothes. I wanna be naked."

Alexander Smythe

He still hated the fact that this was an issue he couldn’t solve. He knew there would have to be times when Blaine felt sad but he didn’t have to like it. ‘I could always gag you indefinitely so you couldn’t talk.’ He remarked, shifting to sit up again. ‘You are very clothed for being in our apartment; normally you strip as soon as we get in.’ He laughed. ‘Get your clothes off Blaine; then you can crawl to the bedroom.’ He instructed. He didn’t think he was too drunk for that and he hoped an order, some obvious show of submission would ease his upset mind.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine pouted again but knew neither of them cared about him being gagged - and Alex would never stop him from talking, he knew that. They'd worked hard to get to this point, after all. The order had Blaine smiling immediately and he got up, pulling off his clothes and throwing them into the laundry bin. With a gentle kiss to his Master, Blaine got down onto his knees and crawled into the bedroom, though his actions were a little sloppy. He stopped by the side of the bed and stayed kneeling, waiting for Alex to come through.

Alexander Smythe

He watched Blaine crawl; an evident sway that he put down to the alcohol. He stripped slowly, giving Blaine a show before coming to stand in front of him. ‘Open the top drawer in the dresser and take out a condom for me little one.’ He requested, stroking his fingers down Blaine’s cheek. ‘Open it up and then hand it over to me.’

Blaine Anderson

Blaine watched Alex stripping, groaning a little as he did so. He could feel his cock growing interested at the sight but barely reacted, simply leaning in closer to Alex's touch and smiling a little at the request. "Yes, Master," he said softly, moving to do what he was told, opening the condom and handing it to Alex without a word. He didn't quite understand what was happening or why it was, but he knew now to question it and returned to his original position, waiting.

Alexander Smythe

He pinched the tip of the latex and rolled it down over his length. It was the first they’d ever done this but it had been something that fascinated him. Blaine had even brought it up recently and while he didn’t class this as a punishment; he hoped it would serve as a reminder to Blaine to remain in control of his alcohol consumption. ‘You’re going to be my cockwarmer tonight.’ He explained. ‘I have an essay to write; you’re going to lay between my legs with my cock on your tongue while I do. You’re not to lick or touch me. Just hold me in your mouth.’ He explained. ‘This isn’t a punishment so I don’t want you to think of it as that. Rather think of this as a reminder that your actions, your decisions have consequences. Yours is that you don’t get my cock little one.’

Blaine Anderson

Blaine sat up a little when he was told he'd be used as a cock warmer, though his face fell as Alex continued to explain. "I can't touch you?" He asked, almost sadly, glancing down at where the condom had been rolled on. "And you're wearing a condom so I can't even taste you? I thought you were going to use my ass as a cockwarmer or something, Master." Blaine pouted a little at him, shifting on his knees. Was he disappointed? Definitely, because there was nothing he loved more than serving his Master. But Alex was right - his actions had consequences and because he'd drank too much, he wasn't allowed his Master's cock. "Yes, Master. Where do you want me to kneel?"

Alexander Smythe

He walked towards his desk, and pulled out the chair; gesturing to the space underneath. It was high enough that Blaine wouldn’t be hideously hunched over; definitely big enough that he wouldn’t feel claustrophobic. ‘You can slot yourself in there little one.’ He grinned. ‘Make yourself nice and comfortable. He teased, knowing he would be anything but if only because he couldn’t have what he really wanted.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine pointed at Alex but nodded regardless, crawling over to the desk. He settled himself down underneath it, on his knees and waited for his Master. When Alex was settled he leaned forwards a little, taking him in his mouth and looking up, frowning when he realised he couldn't even see his face. Instead all Blaine could do was sit there, obedient, and wait.

Alexander Smythe

This was something he’d always been intensely curious about; and it had been talking to Olivier this evening that had really cemented the idea of trying it in his head. He wasn’t sure what enjoyment could be derived from it but Olivier had told him he was an idiot who needed to expand his mind. What had really sold him in the idea was the other Master swearing that pet got a great deal of pleasure from it too. He held back a groan when he first felt the wet heat of Blaine’s mouth envelope him; but he quickly relaxed at the familiarity and began to work on his assignment.

In all honesty, he knew he wouldn’t get it finished but it had seemed like the perfect excuse to use Blaine like this. He worked away, typing quickly; occasionally reaching his hand under the desk to brush against Blaine’s cheek. After an hour and a half, he closed his laptop screen down. ‘I think I’m finished for the night.’ He announced before slowly pushing his chair back and pulling his cock from Blaine’s lips. ‘Are you okay little one?’

Blaine Anderson

Alex groaning had Blaine mirroring it, letting out a low moan himself. But nothing else happened and Blaine heard typing at the laptop and knew this was how his evening was going to go. His own length grew harder the longer he lay there and every touch to his cheek had a little moan leaving him. His jaw was aching a little and it felt like forever when Alex pulled out of his mouth, looking up at him. He nodded at the question, glancing down at his aching length and shifted closer, so he was out from beneath the desk and in front of Alex.

"Yes, Master," he said softly, head bowed submissively. "Did you manage to get some work done, or do you need me to stay longer beneath the desk?"

Alexander Smythe

‘I got my work done.’ He answered, crouching down to press his fingers lightly against Blaine’s jaw. It was almost a massaging motion because he could only imagine how much he must be aching right now. ‘I think it’s late now. You and I ought to get some rest.’

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