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Kink Bingo - Photography
Title: Paparazzi
Fandom: Glee/Supernatural Crossover
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Sam/Kurt Hummel
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2 450
Warning: Psuedo-incest, threesome, alternate universe
Summary: Dean, Sam and Kurt are all models with an exhibitionist streak
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke and Murphy et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Photography square.
Dedication: Dedicated to Chao
Dean and Sam Winchester were highly renowned and coveted in the fashion world. Married and gorgeous, the two men would often appear in shoots together, as well as separate. Ranging from simple commercial ads, to high fashion, sensual editorials. The one thing the public didn't know about, was the third part to their relationship, their mutual boyfriend, fellow model, and icon Kurt Hummel - renowned for his androgynous looks and high fashion profiles.
Well, that and the fact the two of the three of them were all exhibitionists.
That definitely didn't hurt.
The story of how Kurt had met the two Texans, who had actually been rivals of one another until an epic fight in the middle of a hotel in Italy had turned into one of the most photographed, infamous tabloid pictures of a kiss in history – was quite sweet.
The shy boy from Vermont had worked his way into the fashion industry. He had been thrust onto the runways fairly early, highly praised for his elfin features, unique, dramatic eyes and cherubic face. He became a high demand model very quickly and before long was thrown headlong into the gale of photos and tours and interviews while trying to still complete his second year of university.
The three had bumped into each other at an after party of a Dolce and Gabbana runway show. Kurt had been quietly huddled off in the corner, admiring one of the pieces of art in the gallery they had rented out for the show. He had been sipping champagne, musing on the art, on the artist's intention when a thick-as-molasses voice sounded from behind him.
“I don't get it.”
Kurt had turned slowly, brows raising in a delicate, yet interested manner as he looked at the man behind him. Dean Winchester – then still Dean Campbell, only newly engaged – looked roguishly handsome in a pair of faded boot cut jeans and a silk shirt that draped over his form in a way that looked thrown together and casual. One of his hands was tucked into his pocket, the other wrapped around a slim champagne flute, and he grinned when Kurt's eyes had settled on him.
“You're Kurt Hummel, right? Gucchi's poster boy? I'm --”
“You need no introduction,” Kurt assured, smiling around the rim of his drink. “I'd have to be an idiot in this industry to not know who you and your partner are.”
Dean's grin had widened and he licked his lips. His head turned and Kurt's eyes had followed the elder male's gaze to Sam, who was chatting with some lovely looking woman wearing too much make up and out of season shoes. Dean's gaze flitted back to Kurt and he shifted on his feet, a slow and easy slide that looked effortlessly graceful and still so very masculine. “We should have coffee sometime. We could give you tips. This business can eat you alive if you let it.”
“I'd like that.”
Before Kurt had the chance to react, a business card had been flicked in his direction and he was watching Dean walk away, his long legs and perfect form encased in perfectly fitted clothes.
Kurt had pocketed the card without hesitation.
~*~
Their first sexual encounter happened less than three weeks later. They had been going through trial runs: quick changes; runways; grabbing head shots, and Kurt had excused himself to change from the Burberry ensemble he had been sampling before he came back into Dean and Sam's living room to find them in a rather heated lip lock.
“Oh, I'll just... I can let myself...”
“Where d'you think you're goin', Hummel?”
Kurt pivoted in place, watching as Sam slid easily off of Dean's lap and sprawled against the leather sofa, one leg still lightly hooked over Dean's, one arm hanging off the back of the couch. Dean had slid up to stand, and god, leather pants on that man should have been classified as illegal.
“You two looked rather busy, I had planned on...”
“On leaving before we finished the lesson?”
Kurt's eyes had tracked Dean as he had advanced, his bare feet strangely erotic on the hardwood as he walked closer, his eyes dark and fierce. Kurt held his chin up, admittedly curious and defiant, as Dean smirked down at him.
“We finished, you told me to change back.”
Kurt had been so focused on Dean's advance, he had forgotten about Sam momentarily, until broad, slightly roughened fingers slid up his arms. Kurt shook a little, feeling a surge of sudden, forbidden want thrum through his body. He opened his mouth to say something but Dean had ducked down and his mouth tasted like oranges and coffee.
“Tell us to stop,” Sam's voice was uneven and husky, like a rough gasping pant against his ear.
Kurt tore his mouth back, his lips shining and slick. He could say anything; he had the power in that moment. His mouth curled into an impish grin. “What's the rest of the lesson?”
Sam's mouth was hot against his neck in chaste, but demanding kisses and Kurt couldn't help but sag back against the larger male's weight.
Dean turned in place, and Kurt followed him a moment as he walked before his eyed fluttered shut. A click drew his eyes open again and Kurt gave a gentle whimper, his arms held against his sides in a slight pressure by Sam's hands as he focused on the sight of Dean with a camera.
Dean's smile was sexual and yet assuring. “Posing.”
Kurt jerked when Sam's teeth sank into his neck and his mouth fell open. “Yessss.”
~*~
“Chin up, boys, and hold...”
The click-click noise of the shutter sounded loudly in the fairly empty room and Kurt moved his body like water. He was trapped between Dean and Sam – two years running on their triad relationship and still not a peep from the press if they knew a thing – and he exhaled slowly. He loved his lovers, he did, cared for them deeply. Yet, whenever he had to pose with them, which was a rare delight, it was always torturous because of the thrill they all got from being in front of the camera.
Especially on shoots like this one.
Jean Paul Gautier was doing a new glasses ad for French consumers and it was, as was customary for him, sensual. The three of them were in various states of what the costume department called “sleep dress”, but what Kurt liked to call “underwear”. Which was truly unfair, considering he had so much beautiful eye candy he couldn't even enjoy in public.
Dean reclined back on the extra large king sized bed they were shooting on, his silver hued silken pajama pants riding low on his hips and slipping up his calves as he stretched languidly. He stretched his arms above his head, making the muscles on his bare chest jump; Kurt just wanted to bite at him, camera be damned. Hell, keep shooting, he loved it.
Sam was wearing a pair of brick red boxers, that looked utterly soft. Kind of satiny and inviting. Like his husband, Sam was shirtless, stretched out on the opposite side of bed, leaving Kurt curled between them in a pair of lavender shade boxer-briefs and a tight, white t-shirt. He was, as always, left looking boyish and innocent, curled between the two more seductive, enticing men.
The fashion industry was full of perverts.
Seriously, how was this going to sell cologne?
“We're taking five, guys, feel free to grab a drink.”
Kurt rolled onto his stomach and pressed his cheek against the flat of Dean's stomach, nuzzling against his hip as the room emptied. Dean hummed, his hands falling to Kurt's hair, fingers twisting in the shiny, inky hair.
“How're you holding up, baby boy?”
“'M horny,” Kurt mumbled against Dean's skin, wanting nothing more than to mouth at it and sink down, suck him off on the bed without a thought.
Dean chuckled, the sound rich and alluring, and tugged on Kurt's hair. Kurt pushed himself up, lazily, and let his eyes flick around the room. The room was empty, chattering coming from the other side of the wall in the lunch room as people grabbed a quick coffee, filtered in, and Kurt let himself be led. He opened his mouth without reservation when Dean kissed him hard and passionate and Kurt groaned, hand gliding down Dean's chest to make a grab for his cock.
“Not now, baby,” Sam's firm hand closed around Kurt's, squeezing and drawing the fingers to his mouth to kiss softly.
Dean smirked against Kurt's neck when they broke for air, his arms encircled Kurt's form, drawing him close. “You hard, hm? Lying here with us, with that camera takin' your picture?”
It was true that to some extent they all go off on being photographed, Kurt definitely the most. The youngest had such a wicked exhibitionist streak, and when it came to photography and film, it was the strongest. Sam was pretty bad too, he loved to pose and take erotic nudes, or be filmed while being fucked. It probably hit Dean the least, however, Dean loved being behind the camera, taking the saucy photos and filming the action.
It worked wonders in their bedroom.
“I hate you so fucking much,” Kurt ground out, the threat weakened by the moan he gave when Dean's hands slid under his shirt and teased at his nipples.
“I'm sure,” Dean's voice was a sarcastic drawl as he watched Kurt shiver and pink.
“I swear to G-God,” Kurt stammered out, “I'm going to handcuff you to the bed and ride you until you pop.”
Dean sat up quickly, biting at Kurt's mouth and Kurt opened his mouth, sucking hard at Dean's tongue before turning his head when he felt Sam's nose brush along his cheek. Kurt let Sam kiss him deeply, one of his hands moving to twine in Sam's hair to hold him in place.
Sam pulled back, dragging his tongue playfully along Kurt's palate with a flick before he stretched down and kissed Dean, humming happily. Kurt curled on his side, resting against Dean lightly, his hand stroking over the back of Sam's neck as the couple embraced passionately.
“Getting into character, I see.”
Kurt rose his eyes from the two married men towards the photo shoot director and gave a small smile. He gave a sloppy salute. “You know it, sir.”
“Well, if you mind taking up your positions, we can finish fairly quickly...”
~*~
“I hate you, I hate you, fucking fuck!”
Kurt's mouth curled into a smile as he braced his hands on Dean's chest and rolled his hips down in a move that buried Dean into him fully and let out a choked gasp. “I warned you.”
“I didn't think you were serious!”
Sam chuckled, kissing along Dean's jaw and rubbed his hand in soft, slow circles on Dean's belly. “Haven't you learned by now that Kurt never jokes when it comes to sex?”
Dean gave a groan and tossed his head back as Kurt bounced on his cock and squeezed around him pleasantly. “Fuck...” Dean's eyes drifted to the hand-held camcorder resting on the bedside table and his hips rocked up with a hard jolt, making Kurt whine happily. “If photo shoots like that turn you into this, I may just have to get into photography more.”
Kurt's hips stuttered and he jolted in Dean's lap with a mewl. “Teasing bastard, don't put that thought in my head.”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you? You and Sammy, entwined together, letting me take photos.”
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but his head lulled back and Sam moved, kneeling behind Kurt, his hands moved to Kurt's hips, guiding the pleasure stricken brunette in motions against his husband. Sam bit at Kurt's neck and ground his cock against the already full swell of Kurt's ass with a delighted moan. One day, when the three of them were ready, he was sure a video of he and Dean both taking Kurt would be added into the long list of videos they already had made; but not today.
“Close,” Kurt choked out, fingers curling into fists as he rocked against Dean, leaning back against Sam's full weight, giving quiet noises of bliss with the added pressure of Sam against his back, the feel of his cock frotting against him. “Fuck...”
“Shh...” Dean tugged on the handcuffs holding him in place, his eyes glazing as Sam's hand wrapped around Kurt's cock and moved in quick, short jerks. “We've got you, Kurt.”
“C'mon, lover.” Sam bit at Kurt's neck and earlobe, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin. “Come for us.”
Kurt broke with a high, hoarse wail, one hand pressed against Dean's belly while the other wrapped around to clutch at Sam in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He shook as Sam rolled his hips against Dean's, enticing the other to come. After several long, torturous, oversensitive minutes, Dean's hips shot up and his body went stiff before less than a minute later, Kurt felt Sam come hot and wet against his back.
Kurt let Sam guide him back to the bed, and watched as Sam unlocked Dean and removed the used condom from Dean's softening cock before he tossed it in the trash. They shared languid kisses before Dean reached over and turned off the camera beside the bed after making sure to save everything and they cuddled together in a massive pile. Sam slid around to Kurt's back, throwing a leg around Kurt's legs and Dean's as well, before he took hold of his husband's hand and held it, resting it happily against Kurt's hip.
Kurt yawned, tired but sated.
“Hey, Kurt...” Dean's voice was muffled by his pillow.
“Mmmm?”
“I have a Calvin Klein ad coming up next week on the beach. Wanna come and watch?”
Kurt smiled tiredly, it widened when he felt Sam laugh against his shoulder and nuzzle into his skin. “Only if you come to my televised Gucci runway show.”
Dean was quiet for a long moment. “I hate you, you minx.”
Sam swatted at Dean's head. “Go to sleep, jerk.”
Dean smacked Sam's ass playfully. “Bitch.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and buried his face into his pillow, drifting off contentedly, safe in his lovers arms.
Fandom: Glee/Supernatural Crossover
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Sam/Kurt Hummel
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2 450
Warning: Psuedo-incest, threesome, alternate universe
Summary: Dean, Sam and Kurt are all models with an exhibitionist streak
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke and Murphy et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Photography square.Dedication: Dedicated to Chao
Dean and Sam Winchester were highly renowned and coveted in the fashion world. Married and gorgeous, the two men would often appear in shoots together, as well as separate. Ranging from simple commercial ads, to high fashion, sensual editorials. The one thing the public didn't know about, was the third part to their relationship, their mutual boyfriend, fellow model, and icon Kurt Hummel - renowned for his androgynous looks and high fashion profiles.
Well, that and the fact the two of the three of them were all exhibitionists.
That definitely didn't hurt.
The story of how Kurt had met the two Texans, who had actually been rivals of one another until an epic fight in the middle of a hotel in Italy had turned into one of the most photographed, infamous tabloid pictures of a kiss in history – was quite sweet.
The shy boy from Vermont had worked his way into the fashion industry. He had been thrust onto the runways fairly early, highly praised for his elfin features, unique, dramatic eyes and cherubic face. He became a high demand model very quickly and before long was thrown headlong into the gale of photos and tours and interviews while trying to still complete his second year of university.
The three had bumped into each other at an after party of a Dolce and Gabbana runway show. Kurt had been quietly huddled off in the corner, admiring one of the pieces of art in the gallery they had rented out for the show. He had been sipping champagne, musing on the art, on the artist's intention when a thick-as-molasses voice sounded from behind him.
“I don't get it.”
Kurt had turned slowly, brows raising in a delicate, yet interested manner as he looked at the man behind him. Dean Winchester – then still Dean Campbell, only newly engaged – looked roguishly handsome in a pair of faded boot cut jeans and a silk shirt that draped over his form in a way that looked thrown together and casual. One of his hands was tucked into his pocket, the other wrapped around a slim champagne flute, and he grinned when Kurt's eyes had settled on him.
“You're Kurt Hummel, right? Gucchi's poster boy? I'm --”
“You need no introduction,” Kurt assured, smiling around the rim of his drink. “I'd have to be an idiot in this industry to not know who you and your partner are.”
Dean's grin had widened and he licked his lips. His head turned and Kurt's eyes had followed the elder male's gaze to Sam, who was chatting with some lovely looking woman wearing too much make up and out of season shoes. Dean's gaze flitted back to Kurt and he shifted on his feet, a slow and easy slide that looked effortlessly graceful and still so very masculine. “We should have coffee sometime. We could give you tips. This business can eat you alive if you let it.”
“I'd like that.”
Before Kurt had the chance to react, a business card had been flicked in his direction and he was watching Dean walk away, his long legs and perfect form encased in perfectly fitted clothes.
Kurt had pocketed the card without hesitation.
~*~
Their first sexual encounter happened less than three weeks later. They had been going through trial runs: quick changes; runways; grabbing head shots, and Kurt had excused himself to change from the Burberry ensemble he had been sampling before he came back into Dean and Sam's living room to find them in a rather heated lip lock.
“Oh, I'll just... I can let myself...”
“Where d'you think you're goin', Hummel?”
Kurt pivoted in place, watching as Sam slid easily off of Dean's lap and sprawled against the leather sofa, one leg still lightly hooked over Dean's, one arm hanging off the back of the couch. Dean had slid up to stand, and god, leather pants on that man should have been classified as illegal.
“You two looked rather busy, I had planned on...”
“On leaving before we finished the lesson?”
Kurt's eyes had tracked Dean as he had advanced, his bare feet strangely erotic on the hardwood as he walked closer, his eyes dark and fierce. Kurt held his chin up, admittedly curious and defiant, as Dean smirked down at him.
“We finished, you told me to change back.”
Kurt had been so focused on Dean's advance, he had forgotten about Sam momentarily, until broad, slightly roughened fingers slid up his arms. Kurt shook a little, feeling a surge of sudden, forbidden want thrum through his body. He opened his mouth to say something but Dean had ducked down and his mouth tasted like oranges and coffee.
“Tell us to stop,” Sam's voice was uneven and husky, like a rough gasping pant against his ear.
Kurt tore his mouth back, his lips shining and slick. He could say anything; he had the power in that moment. His mouth curled into an impish grin. “What's the rest of the lesson?”
Sam's mouth was hot against his neck in chaste, but demanding kisses and Kurt couldn't help but sag back against the larger male's weight.
Dean turned in place, and Kurt followed him a moment as he walked before his eyed fluttered shut. A click drew his eyes open again and Kurt gave a gentle whimper, his arms held against his sides in a slight pressure by Sam's hands as he focused on the sight of Dean with a camera.
Dean's smile was sexual and yet assuring. “Posing.”
Kurt jerked when Sam's teeth sank into his neck and his mouth fell open. “Yessss.”
~*~
“Chin up, boys, and hold...”
The click-click noise of the shutter sounded loudly in the fairly empty room and Kurt moved his body like water. He was trapped between Dean and Sam – two years running on their triad relationship and still not a peep from the press if they knew a thing – and he exhaled slowly. He loved his lovers, he did, cared for them deeply. Yet, whenever he had to pose with them, which was a rare delight, it was always torturous because of the thrill they all got from being in front of the camera.
Especially on shoots like this one.
Jean Paul Gautier was doing a new glasses ad for French consumers and it was, as was customary for him, sensual. The three of them were in various states of what the costume department called “sleep dress”, but what Kurt liked to call “underwear”. Which was truly unfair, considering he had so much beautiful eye candy he couldn't even enjoy in public.
Dean reclined back on the extra large king sized bed they were shooting on, his silver hued silken pajama pants riding low on his hips and slipping up his calves as he stretched languidly. He stretched his arms above his head, making the muscles on his bare chest jump; Kurt just wanted to bite at him, camera be damned. Hell, keep shooting, he loved it.
Sam was wearing a pair of brick red boxers, that looked utterly soft. Kind of satiny and inviting. Like his husband, Sam was shirtless, stretched out on the opposite side of bed, leaving Kurt curled between them in a pair of lavender shade boxer-briefs and a tight, white t-shirt. He was, as always, left looking boyish and innocent, curled between the two more seductive, enticing men.
The fashion industry was full of perverts.
Seriously, how was this going to sell cologne?
“We're taking five, guys, feel free to grab a drink.”
Kurt rolled onto his stomach and pressed his cheek against the flat of Dean's stomach, nuzzling against his hip as the room emptied. Dean hummed, his hands falling to Kurt's hair, fingers twisting in the shiny, inky hair.
“How're you holding up, baby boy?”
“'M horny,” Kurt mumbled against Dean's skin, wanting nothing more than to mouth at it and sink down, suck him off on the bed without a thought.
Dean chuckled, the sound rich and alluring, and tugged on Kurt's hair. Kurt pushed himself up, lazily, and let his eyes flick around the room. The room was empty, chattering coming from the other side of the wall in the lunch room as people grabbed a quick coffee, filtered in, and Kurt let himself be led. He opened his mouth without reservation when Dean kissed him hard and passionate and Kurt groaned, hand gliding down Dean's chest to make a grab for his cock.
“Not now, baby,” Sam's firm hand closed around Kurt's, squeezing and drawing the fingers to his mouth to kiss softly.
Dean smirked against Kurt's neck when they broke for air, his arms encircled Kurt's form, drawing him close. “You hard, hm? Lying here with us, with that camera takin' your picture?”
It was true that to some extent they all go off on being photographed, Kurt definitely the most. The youngest had such a wicked exhibitionist streak, and when it came to photography and film, it was the strongest. Sam was pretty bad too, he loved to pose and take erotic nudes, or be filmed while being fucked. It probably hit Dean the least, however, Dean loved being behind the camera, taking the saucy photos and filming the action.
It worked wonders in their bedroom.
“I hate you so fucking much,” Kurt ground out, the threat weakened by the moan he gave when Dean's hands slid under his shirt and teased at his nipples.
“I'm sure,” Dean's voice was a sarcastic drawl as he watched Kurt shiver and pink.
“I swear to G-God,” Kurt stammered out, “I'm going to handcuff you to the bed and ride you until you pop.”
Dean sat up quickly, biting at Kurt's mouth and Kurt opened his mouth, sucking hard at Dean's tongue before turning his head when he felt Sam's nose brush along his cheek. Kurt let Sam kiss him deeply, one of his hands moving to twine in Sam's hair to hold him in place.
Sam pulled back, dragging his tongue playfully along Kurt's palate with a flick before he stretched down and kissed Dean, humming happily. Kurt curled on his side, resting against Dean lightly, his hand stroking over the back of Sam's neck as the couple embraced passionately.
“Getting into character, I see.”
Kurt rose his eyes from the two married men towards the photo shoot director and gave a small smile. He gave a sloppy salute. “You know it, sir.”
“Well, if you mind taking up your positions, we can finish fairly quickly...”
~*~
“I hate you, I hate you, fucking fuck!”
Kurt's mouth curled into a smile as he braced his hands on Dean's chest and rolled his hips down in a move that buried Dean into him fully and let out a choked gasp. “I warned you.”
“I didn't think you were serious!”
Sam chuckled, kissing along Dean's jaw and rubbed his hand in soft, slow circles on Dean's belly. “Haven't you learned by now that Kurt never jokes when it comes to sex?”
Dean gave a groan and tossed his head back as Kurt bounced on his cock and squeezed around him pleasantly. “Fuck...” Dean's eyes drifted to the hand-held camcorder resting on the bedside table and his hips rocked up with a hard jolt, making Kurt whine happily. “If photo shoots like that turn you into this, I may just have to get into photography more.”
Kurt's hips stuttered and he jolted in Dean's lap with a mewl. “Teasing bastard, don't put that thought in my head.”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you? You and Sammy, entwined together, letting me take photos.”
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but his head lulled back and Sam moved, kneeling behind Kurt, his hands moved to Kurt's hips, guiding the pleasure stricken brunette in motions against his husband. Sam bit at Kurt's neck and ground his cock against the already full swell of Kurt's ass with a delighted moan. One day, when the three of them were ready, he was sure a video of he and Dean both taking Kurt would be added into the long list of videos they already had made; but not today.
“Close,” Kurt choked out, fingers curling into fists as he rocked against Dean, leaning back against Sam's full weight, giving quiet noises of bliss with the added pressure of Sam against his back, the feel of his cock frotting against him. “Fuck...”
“Shh...” Dean tugged on the handcuffs holding him in place, his eyes glazing as Sam's hand wrapped around Kurt's cock and moved in quick, short jerks. “We've got you, Kurt.”
“C'mon, lover.” Sam bit at Kurt's neck and earlobe, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin. “Come for us.”
Kurt broke with a high, hoarse wail, one hand pressed against Dean's belly while the other wrapped around to clutch at Sam in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He shook as Sam rolled his hips against Dean's, enticing the other to come. After several long, torturous, oversensitive minutes, Dean's hips shot up and his body went stiff before less than a minute later, Kurt felt Sam come hot and wet against his back.
Kurt let Sam guide him back to the bed, and watched as Sam unlocked Dean and removed the used condom from Dean's softening cock before he tossed it in the trash. They shared languid kisses before Dean reached over and turned off the camera beside the bed after making sure to save everything and they cuddled together in a massive pile. Sam slid around to Kurt's back, throwing a leg around Kurt's legs and Dean's as well, before he took hold of his husband's hand and held it, resting it happily against Kurt's hip.
Kurt yawned, tired but sated.
“Hey, Kurt...” Dean's voice was muffled by his pillow.
“Mmmm?”
“I have a Calvin Klein ad coming up next week on the beach. Wanna come and watch?”
Kurt smiled tiredly, it widened when he felt Sam laugh against his shoulder and nuzzle into his skin. “Only if you come to my televised Gucci runway show.”
Dean was quiet for a long moment. “I hate you, you minx.”
Sam swatted at Dean's head. “Go to sleep, jerk.”
Dean smacked Sam's ass playfully. “Bitch.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and buried his face into his pillow, drifting off contentedly, safe in his lovers arms.