7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME @hunterslatte
(random roll: 11, Needy hungry kiss)
It was dark and Hunter was right there. A piercing, expectant glare that even in the dim lighting made Blaine’s insides twist up into a dozen tightly pulled knots. Six minutes, thirty seven seconds to go. Blaine was sure he could count the number of times in his life where thirty seconds ever felt so LONG. They were already in a stand-off. Not a word was spoken ever since the door was closed. The silence so thick that Blaine was sure he could cut it with a knife if he tried. Outside the door, the murmurs of the other Warblers died out. They were listening. Probably waiting to see who was going to kill the other one first because the friction between the two was getting so bad that neither one of them could keep it private anymore.
Six minutes.. And counting..
A graze of fingertips over his wrist turned stronger, tighter. Was Hunter challenging him? Blaine’s eyes narrowed and snapped down just as he was pulled forward fast enough that he tripped the few steps and landed against Hunter’s chest. It was rising and falling, fast but deep. The silence continued. Again that stare was waiting for him when he looked up. The shadows didn’t do him any favors in offering him a break. Because he saw the arch of a single brow. Hunter infuriated him every time he did that. The military born former Captain knew it was a weakness. That it made him lock up, made his hands tremble. Not today.
Fine. If he wanted a challenge.. He could have what he expected from him the first time. Before Blaine walked away..because they were on a slippery slope to punches being thrown. Or a full blown huge mistake of letting the opposite happen again. At five minutes, Blaine cinched his teeth together and felt his restraint break. The kiss knocked their teeth together and Blaine was sure he cut his lip on Hunter’s. Or came damn close to it. But, enough was enough. And his tongue soothed his own lip before breaking through the barrier between Hunter’s lips and seeking out his. Nevermind at four minutes at fifty-six seconds, Blaine let out a throated noise he hated himself for making, fingers curled against Hunter’s neck. He should just choke him, do the world a favor. But instead, they pulled him closer.
Four minutes, thirty-seven seconds..
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