barry.

Barry found himself caught between two opposing thoughts; on the one hand, the whole of his body advised him to make the most out of that marvelous sensation that was suddenly flowing through him, and he followed said advice by placing a hand on Blaine’s knee before it absentmindedly made its way up to the middle of his thigh. On the other hand, personal experience couldn’t help reminded him that when something seemed too good to be true, it probably was, that nothing could feel so wonderfully right and not come with a price. Whether he liked it or not, even if this were as dangerous as he paranoiacally feared in the back of his mind, he was beyond any chance of pulling away at that moment. And if he hadn’t been before, he certainly did the moment he heard Blaine whispering his name, triggering something that, if it wasn’t new, then was definitely a dozen times more intense than he had ever felt it. He took advantage of the pause the kiss had taken to trace the shape of Blaine’s lips with his own, reluctant to part from him for longer than an instant. An instant in which, catching the other sneaking a peek through his eyelashes like he was doing himself, he let a swift smile tug at the corner of his mouth. 

The ball of his foot pushed the floor to impulse him forward, leaning over Blaine while he leaned against the back of the couch. The little voice in his head that had originally been warning him about the dangers of letting himself go so carelessly faded further and further each passing moment, to the point it was left close to completely silent when Blaine’s hand cupped his chin. He gave in, utterly, absolutely and completely, trusting his parted lips to his will and demand. And he was not disappointed. A second was all it took for him to know he had made the smart choice. The unprecedentedly intense feeling tugged at his chest and down his thorax until settling in the pit of his stomach, inspiring a groan in the back of his throat that responded to Blaine’s and kept on echoing, voicing his desperation for more, which only grew thirstier the more of his mouth he explored. His hand curled around his thigh, pulling him closer by his legs while his other hand lowered from the back of his neck to his shoulder blade, clawing at Blaine’s shirt with the same urgency with which he held onto his. 

Feeling Bary and the slight press of his weight as he hovered over him sent all of Blaine’s inner gravity spiraling through his chest until it coiled in his belly.  The tug on his thigh sent him reeling and he curved his back just to feel more of Barry’s body and push himself closer.  “Barry,” he breathed between their mouths.  His grip on Barry’s shirt held tight as his lips were explored with a pair he was quickly becoming unable to get enough of the taste of.  Lashes flicked open and a dazed, hazy stare found Barry’s smile and he felt his own lips turn into a lopsided, wet lipped smile in return.  This is what the taste of weeks of wondering what this would be like was when he finally had the chance to have it. And oh god, did he WONDER.  At severely inappropriate levels and just as inappropriate times.  If you considered they kept themselves as friends and you weren’t supposed to think of friends the way his mind would trail off on it’s own and daydream about Barry–Blaine tried to cut out those images.  Keep this something neutral. Always failing and always spent breathlessly imagining absolutely nothing neutral especially at night when he was alone.  Only to try and brush it off every time they were face to face.

Because he was so used to something like this moment–where the inside of his thigh shifted to press tight against Barry’s hip making Blaine’s eyes roll white before squeezing shut again–quickly becoming something complicated.  His hand gave Barry’s shirt a break before he ended up tearing it.  The tips of his fingers dipped past the hem instead, touching the sliver of skin that was exposed above Barry’s hipbone.  Breathing was impossible as his touch dipped just underneath then corrected itself and grazed along his side and between them across Barry’s pale stomach just past the curve.  What he found was velvet flesh that felt too good to not willingly ache to for more to touch, explore, learn.  That’s when he decided–with a sweep of his tongue over Barry’s bottom lip and a glance full of blown pupils and want at Barry’s mouth, nose, eyes.  If this was going to be complicated after? He didn’t want to think about that anymore.  All he wanted to do was sink.  His lips traveled to other places, first testing how Barry’s jaw would feel against them and with a trail of kisses and teases of light nips or licks moving along it–Blaine groaned low across the shell of the speedster’s ear fanning out his fingers just below Barry’s navel.  “Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” he confessed in a whisper, “What your lips would feel like.  What you–they would taste like..  You’re beautiful.  You know that?”