👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 // for blesse!

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 44, …out of lust.

Blaine loved it when the theater was a bustle of activity.  The chaos, the shouting.  Everyone rushing towards their goal of getting one more thing done before opening night.  He wasn’t sure he was going to say yes to Jesse’s proposal.  Until he was brought here during one of those nights.  And standing backstage watching it all unfold was too much of a temptation to quell a sudden ache inside his bones he hadn’t known could ever resurface to say no to.  Yes, he adored watching the magic happen and being a part of it.  But his favorite moments?

Happened in the quiet dark.  When the orchestra level of empty seats faded into the shadows of the mezzanine and the upper floor, it created a small infinity inside their world.  One that lured you towards dreaming.  Back to dreaming for a dreamer that made himself wake up and face reality instead of drifting away on false hopes.  Because where did that get you?  Other than pretending? 

Jesse always stayed, too.  No matter how many times Blaine told him he could go home, the director refused.  They could practice.  Or he could work.  Or they could end up sitting on the edge of the stage doing nothing but talking like they were now.  Both of them pretending to be oblivious to the real reason why.  Until a touch over a knee happened.  Or a hand clasped a shoulder and pulled the other in a little too close.  They were borderlining on dangerous territory for weeks now.

Blaine watched as Jesse’s fingers clamped down on his wrist to give it a shake, just to emphasize his point.  He, also, felt his breath hitch when the edge of a thumb traced over the thin layer of skin above the blue lines of veins on the underside and didn’t stop.  His gaze ran up Jesse’s arm as he lowered their hands to rest on the other’s upper thigh.  Knuckles grazed over the top from fingers that twitched towards the heat of Jesse’s body.  There was no mistaking when Jesse’s grip tightened and Blaine heard himself whine.  Until their lips met, he hadn’t really thought it’d go that far.  Though the way their mouths crashed together was anything but timid.  To hell with it.  A building hunger snapped his resolve and he fed it into the kiss as his free hand gripped the back of Jesse’s neck and held him desperately close.