Barry had been gone for a while, busy with being the Flash, and his work as a CSI. And among all that mess, he was missing a certain someone. A someone he currently couldn’t wait to be close to again. How sappy was that? Although he didn’t care, he liked Blaine too much to fret over such silly little things. The speedster pressed him against the wall, he wanted Blaine to FEEL how much he missed him. Pressing soft kisses up his neck, and lightly nipping as he went– finally reaching those soft lips. “You have too much clothes, we need to fix that,” another kiss, more demanding, wanting, “I WANT you, right now,” he uttered with a sigh, and a slow roll of his hips. “Blaine–”
There is missing someone and then there is what it evolves into. You notice the house is too quiet. Every sound that happens is magnified. There’s a coldness in the air that you can’t chase away. Soon–it’s in your stomach. The clock becomes your worst enemy and you realize. Damn it you’ve got it bad for someone if it’s come to this. Worse–or is it better–than he thought? Pressed against the wall like he was? Blaine struggled to remember that five minutes ago–he was wishing Barry would walk through the door already. Teeth and lips on his skin and his hand cupped Barry’s cheek–the other pushed through his hair to make a loose fistful–as he sent groans and hitches of breath towards the ceiling. Breath ghosts over his lips and pulls him in. Their mouths connect and Barry’s right. “Too many clothes. They need to go,” he whispers in a shaken huff before the kiss sent him reeling and kept him that way through the rapid nod that hit his head against the wall. Not that he noticed with Barry’s hips pressed to his and his name being said in a way that made him moan. “Off. Take them off. Can’t reach. Help?”
“ takes me a bit longer to finish– watching schoolboy shit. ya’ll looked like a bunch of fuckin’ bottoms anyway. “ he chuckles. “ i’m mickey, by the way. mickey milkovich. and i’m sorry ya got a buddy that thinks you’d be into southside scumbags. as far as gay goes around here i’m gunna be the best you’ll get. “
“Ah. Okay. I can see how that would be a thing.” Blaine wasn’t so convinced of his reasoning but for the benefit of a slightly less awkward next ten minutes–he’d let it slide. Or maybe less awkward wasn’t going to happen. Bottoms? Seriously? Drawing in a steady breath–he shrugged. “I don’t see how you came up with that conclusion but.. Um. I’m Blaine. Obviously my buddy thinks you’re more than a default best I’ll get.”
“No, ACTUALLY, it has a lot to do with you && Kurt. Someone steps on his little toe && you’re back to playing superhero in your weird cross of a football uniform && pajama outfit. Yet when I am feeling betrayed by someone I consider FAMILY, you don’t even bother checking how bad it really is. What if I said I’m finally moving out? Would you listen then, butter-scalp?”
“Weird cross of a–what are you talking about? Oh. Whatever. How am I supposed to know what’s deemed necessary for an intervention anymore? Or if I do step in? Whether or not my head is going to be bit off? But! Apparently now? Not stepping in gets me that too. So I’m in a lose-lose situation. Butter—ugh. Why are you moving out? You know it’s better if we all stay here together until we’re settled. What’s happening that is so terrible you’d want to leave?”
Elliott sniffed and gave a slight little nod. He knew he looked like a mess, eyeliner no doubt running down his face and the start of a snotty nose making itself present. That made actually looking at Blaine much harder, knowing he was so close and could see how much like a wreck Elliott looked with the streaks of black cutting away his foundation and staining skin.
Elliott adjusted how he was sat slightly, arms loosening around Blaine as he became extremely aware that he was still in lacy underwear and a shirt, with one of his best friends far too close inside his legs to really be appropriate. Well shit. If it was Kurt or Dani (hell, Dani had been around him like this before and that hadn’t been very awkward.) he wouldn’t mind so much, but for some reason the fact that it was Blaine was something Elliott was extremely conscious about. He wasn’t sure why, and he quickly settled that it must be because Blaine was attractive and had such a nice body. That was it, surely. “I…alright. Thank you Blaine.” The thank you was barely audible, but it was there as Elliott slowly retracted his hands to hold on to the counter instead.
Once Elliott loosened the hold on him–Blaine leaned back in his arms enough that he could meet his eyes and catch his attention. There was no way they were leaving this conversation with Elliott doubting himself in any way, shape, or form. The man was too beautiful and too kind for that ache. He nodded back. A checks and balances sort of thing. Just to make sure Elliott meant the gesture rather than dished him out some wordless agreement because he didn’t truly believe what he was saying.
You’d think that Blaine completely forgot–he did–that he was between Elliott’s legs for the hug and that Elliott was sitting there in a shirt and panties by the way he seemed confused when Elliott pulled back and held onto the counter. An effective way to make sure that Blaine stepped back and gave them a more respectable distance without realizing it was necessary. Elliott was upset. Blaine wanted to fix it. That was all that mattered and where his attention was sunk. “You’re welcome, Elliott.” Elliott’s voice tugged at his heartstrings at the weakness inside it. Water burst from the faucet with a flick of Blaine’s wrist so he could wet a papertowel that a lean to the side let him reach. Once he was sure it wasn’t ice cold–Blaine leaned back and reached his free hand up to curl around Elliott’s chin to pull him in. “C’mere and I’m not taking no for an answer. I can come up there.”
Patrick chuckled and gave his shoulder a friendly pat. “It’s perfectly fine. You can present anything and everything you see fit. There’s still a lot I haven’t seen thanks to getting my apartment in order. I only wish I felt like a local.” He gave an excited grin and headed towards the crosswalk. He hadn’t discovered his new local coffee shop yet, and he kind of hoped it would be a winner. Soon, they were inside, the warm smell of coffee instantly making Patrick feel at home. He smiled at Blaine. “Why don’t you go find us a seat? What would you like? It’s on me.”
“You’ll get there. Make sure to save yourself time to get out and explore. Otherwise? If the only view you’re getting is from your dashboard on the way to work every day? You’re really missing out on all but the frustration of New York City traffic. Which,” he shrugged with a hapless grin aimed at the street, “I guess is part of the becoming a local experience.” As soon as the door of the shop closed behind him and the scent of coffee and the wood polish on the floors and tables hit him? Blaine breathed it in deep and returned Patrick’s smile. “If they bottled this smell? I’d buy whatever it’s in by the dozens.” Nearly interrupting Patrick’s offer–a crease formed between Blaine’s brows that said he was about to before he stopped himself and figured it’d be rude to turn him down since they were strangers getting to know one another. Not quite at the level of friends to banter back and forth about who was going to pay. But. He would get the next round. If there was one. “A medium drip would be great. The bigger the cup? The better. Thank you. I’ll,” he thumbed over his shoulder, “go find us a seat by the windows while there’s some still open. Deal?” Oh. That’s what Patrick told him to do. Right! Anyway!
“The fact that you care more about your hair gel than picking a side just shows how non-existent your backbone is. What? Did you eat it or something? Turn all your insides to goop? You know what, that makes PERFECT sense. I mean, why else would you be so utterly disengaged to stand up for the person who is being unfairly JUDGED. Oh, unless that person is Kurt, right?”
“Hold on. This has nothing to do with Kurt or me. Just because I am taking the sidelines on this one doesn’t mean I’m spineless, Santana. Maybe I’m staying out of this because this is the fifth fight in a week between you and her. Walking on a floor made out of eggshells is exhausting. Who knows what will set either one of you off? No one. I’m not sure either of you do, too. I don’t even know what the two of you are fighting about this time.”
Isaac just thought Blaine was the most adorable thing right then and there. But he was also confused by the surprise look is acceptance got. “It’s a date. A greatdate.” He then proceeded to poked the other’s nose. “Just make sure you breathe during it, okay? I don’t want you to pass out in the middle of all the fun.”
“Yeah! I mean–it’s going to be.” A date! Poor Blaine looked as baffled as he was when he tuned into the fact that Isaac said yes. Owlish eyes blinked until they sparkled with laughter that had him bowing his head down at the nose poke. “Okay, okay. I’ll breathe. I promise.” What followed next was a purposefully overdone narrow eyed stare. “You poked my nose. You realize? You only get the first one free? After that? They’re fair game and I will poke back?”
“If you side with her — I’m going to use your hair gel to start a house fire.”
“I’m not siding with either one of you. As far as I can tell? This has nothing to do with me and by that threat? I’d like it to remain that way for my own and my hair gel’s safety.”
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