meme continuation. @theoreticalguardianangel
There was never a day that went by where Blaine didn’t cherish these moments he had with Barry. The ones where they let go and just fell into a laughter so heartfelt that it made Blaine’s stomach ache by the time they settled down. Whether it be through some subtle–or not so subtle–joke, a stupid show they were enjoying together. Tons of reasons. Like, how awkward either one of them could get. For reasons that Blaine didn’t let himself think about for too long–not in front of Barry at least–because of the implications of what feelings stirring inside were that made him fall into bouts of pink cheeks and tongue-tied words.
Why ruin a good thing with complicating it? A chiding he gave himself whenever he got the idea that maybe there was something bigger between them. Something good that was growing into something amazing. Or would if he had the nerve to show it.
This was time something happened. Blaine was on the edge of nearly having to hold his belly until everything changed. The air thickened. His center of gravity went topsy turvy and suddenly was hanging by two strings attached firmly to his entire world and pulled inside a set of green eyes he came to a dead silence staring into. His smile was there, sure. Wobbling but there. He had the same look. Not-strangers suddenly strangers again. And he felt his throat cave and a delightful chill fill his veins at the sight of Barry wetting lips he knew he just got caught staring too long at.
–See me like I’m seeing you. Don’t leave me alone in this.– And when their mouths were so close that he could taste Barry’s breath, nose to nudging back nose? Barry saw him. He knew deep down. No doubts, no fears. Barry saw him. Toes twitched against the rug–Barry proved it by a press of their mouths together. A palm was fit to a pale cheek, fingers fanned out over skin he’d been aching to touch and feel. Hot and velvet and perfect. Blaine tilted his head, his lips barely parted to let the tip of his tongue taste both of them combined. And the flavor made him shiver. Oh, God. He was falling faster and faster. This time? Sinking was something he welcomed. Nothing else mattered. Not as long as he could stretch this moment out.
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