barry.

      A hand rose to cup the other’s chin to lean further into the fast evolving kiss. The sudden sound of an alert coming from his phone made his head fall back in frustration; when he looked down at the device, he realized it was time he left for work. “Nah, screw it,” he decided as he captured Blaine’s lips with his own yet again—after all, with his luck, chances were he would have found a reason to be late on his way over anyway. 

      Feeling Barry’s fingers curl against his chin sent a spark of electricity down Blaine’s spine.  One that danced along his nerves and made goosebumps wash down his neck.  Such a simple gesture that was anything but in regards to what it had the power to do to him.  He lingered in the kiss, hands coming to rest gently on Barry’s sides before a chime broke their mouths apart and Blaine not only groaned outwardly but now knew what it felt like for his whole body to feel the noise that came from him a bit louder than he wanted. He barely had time to blink at the ‘screw it’ before Barry’s mouth reconnected with his and he was lifting up to greet it, sighing happily through his nose as he lost his breath.  His hold tightened like just by holding him, he would keep Barry there longer. Sure, he should feel guilty about making him late but as he deepened the kiss and tasted the faint flavor of mint mixed with Barry?  That was way too hard to do.