“I’m terrified. Sebastian with a lacrosse stick? Will he be trying to scare me or turn me on? I mean, let’s be real here, Smurfster. Who is afraid of a toothpick with limited vocabulary? And why are we talking about him? We should be talking about me. Or all the things I want to do with you. Especially if you’re wearing only that tie around your neck.”

Connor didn’t have an ‘off button’.  How Blaine could let that slip past his mind, he had no idea.  Mental note for next time.  Though he was fairly sure changing this leopard’s spots was going to be impossible.  He knew Connor was loving the playful hell he was putting him through.  One look into Connor’s dark eyes dancing with happiness at himself was all it took for verify the thought.  If someone had a need to check in the first place.

Blaine choked on his coffee.  Choked.  When the lighthearted way he was listening to Connor’s banter came back to bite his rear in the form of a particular image painted with one of the things Connor might do to him in that situation flashed in his mind.  With watery eyes due to caffeine up the nose, he stared at the table and shook his head before looking back up and TRYING so hard to fire back ANYTHING that was going to get him ground to catch his footing on.  “I..”  Dang it!  Bad time to pause!  “Good luck getting any of that by calling me Smurfster. Contrary to popular belief..or maybe just your own… names like that are NOT the way to get anyone.. By anyone, we’re referring to me, in nothing but their–aka my–tie..”