barry.

Barry was a mess, not a horrible one, he wasn’t unhappy, depressed, no feeling that familiar twinge of guilt and remorse. He was a happy sort of mess. Carefree, and joyful. He’s laughing without a care, and when was the last time he managed to do that? Perhaps before Zoom. Since then it had been difficult, and he knew it caused his lover to worry. Yet here they were, together, with Barry being ridiculous and somehow managing to not fall over his own long limbs. Blaine was being the responsible one, mostly. “W-well, I’m being really nice, I could have said like a thousand kisses! And then you’ll never be able to stop kissing me,but yeah I guess you can pace yourself, I like your kisses.” he uttered with a slight huff. See? Super nice of him! Where he a little more coherent, he’d probably drag his boyfriend away from here, and kiss him. Not stop kissing him till they were back home, and even then more kisses would follow. Accompanied with more– fun actives. But he’s not that coherent right, running and being drunk would not go well for the speedster he knew that much. Despite the innocent kisses, his cheeks flushed more, no longer red from just the alcohol as he blushed. “Um…” he cleared his throat, they just felt intimate. “I think, I think they count– but I should return the favor.” And so he did, but he’s a little tricky too. Bringing Blaine’s hand to his lips, kissing the finger tips, till his smirked. Playfully licking at them, slipping his pointer finger into his mouth. While he might drunk, he was still Barry, and Barry could be a little mean.

Barry could be a carefree, sloppy happy mess as often as he liked.  Blaine would never stand in the way of that.  Seeing him so content on the dancefloor, the way he was acting like a mischievous jerk by luring him out here among the crowd just to steal some kisses and demand twenty more.  Dark eyebrows were shoved together, lips curved into a playful smirk.  “A thousand kisses better come with some chapstick.  Cause that’s a lot.  Even for me to pull off,” he hummed beaming at Barry justifying himself by saying his reason was him liking his kisses.  How much more cute of a reason could the taller of the two give?  The answer is: None.  “They better count. All kisses should count towards a number that high.”  Rationalizing the best he could, he waited to see if the other would go for his pitch but Barry threw his own curveball into the mix rather than let Blaine off the hook for his payment of smooches.  As color rose up in Barry’s freckled ivory skin, Blaine’s suspicion lifted with it.  “What are you up–ohhhh,” he felt his throat close around the rest of the question when his finger slipped past the warmth of Barry’s lips and into his mouth.  Welp.  Would you look at the dazed Mister Anderson, with his mouth gaped open and his gaze honed in on one sight in particular.  A quiet sigh crackled it’s way between them and he nudged it in further.  Just up to the second knuckle before his pulse tripled and he gently eased it back out again. Wild blinks and shaken laughter.  Blaine took two steps back and smoothed out the invisible wrinkles in his suit coat.  “Not fair.  Not fair at all.”  Wow.  Someone needs to open a window..