remy.

There was that new blush as Remy soaked in the sight of that perfect rear and frankly, that new blush only made Blaine that more desirable. Sebastian was right, there was something holy attractive about that prim and proper look that Remy could already feel himself wanting to have a “taste” of.  His eyes met Blaine’s and Remy’s smirk didn’t falter as the other stuttered and seemed to have a little trouble wrapping his head around the words he’d just said. Which- to be fair to Remy, he’d totally warned Blaine about.  “And knowing Sebastian as well as I do, he’s utterly aware and already proud of himself for blowing your mind even while he’s not here. No doubt he just got a burst of self-confidence with no real understanding of why.” Remy quipped lightly. Two bright eyes followed the other as Blaine walked a few steps before walking back the way he went. Remy even held up his hands  in “Hey, what did I do” look as the other shot him that scathing look.  The pink haired artist did, however, lean forward to watch the boys perky ass walk away with a tilt of his head. “God I would eat that thing out for hours.” Remy muttered before pushing off the chair and wandering himself back towards the main loft to find his art work.  

“If hope you don’t mind me saying but you’re really good,” Blaine’s voice quietly filled the room in a soft, polite whisper.  Twenty minutes or more had passed before sight nor sound of him could be seen or heard other than a faint rustling around in the bathroom and water going through the pipes.  Now, he was standing there with a pillow shoved against his side and a blanket draped over his arm.  Wet curls hung down near one eye, almost touching his lashes.  Thankfully, they were long enough not to point straight to the heavens anymore.  Well.  When the gel wasn’t holding them back.  Bare feet jutting out from a pair of Sebastian’s old Dalton sweatpants–because they were one of the only things that relatively fit him and Sebastian never cared when he borrowed them or the matching t-shirt he was wearing because he’d long outgrown them but for some reason Blaine was sure of and would never mention always kept them around.  An appreciative gaze moved back and forth over Remy’s work and he squeezed the pillow tighter to his chest subconsciously as he looked the artwork over repeatedly.  “I’m regretting I had to cancel our meeting for you to teach me now.  I probably would have gotten a better grade. Friendship drama.  The root of all things distracting,” he hummed and gave Remy an apologetic smile.  “Anyway, I hope I’m not bugging you.”  Blaine jutted a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the living room.  “I can let you get back to work if you want?”