It was hard not to enjoy that wabble to Blaine’s voice or the sight of him arching his back at his touch like that. It only leads to thoughts of wondering if Blaine would be arching his back during more…pleasurable situations of his touch. It was rather honestly hard to leave Blaine’s side, the feeling of those hips against his own were almost too tempting for words. In a way, Remy enjoyed that delayed reaction, however, along with the building tension between them. It was…like a dance that every little secret look and burning touch fed into. “Exactly like that…” Remy confirmed at the others little arch of his back, as he sucked on the inside of his cheek a bit.
“Your hands?” Remy gave a little thought up as he tapped the pencil to his lips again before he was placing the drawing book on the ground in front of him and standing back up. Either as an excuse to touch the boy again, or it seemed easier than explaining it. Remy was back in the same position he’d just left, as he mirrored the boy’s stance, his body slipping up against his as his own slender hand moved down Blaine’s arm to brush over the others hand before linked fingers with the shorter boy.
He silently moved the others hand to the boys own hip, placing it there before he brushed up his hand back along the boy’s arm and along with his shoulder. “Now…place the other one…in your back pocket. Shoulder against the wall…” He murmured lightly. “Maybe slide your pants down a bit at the back…just a touch..” Remy added lightly, close to the others ear. “if you’re comfortable. You know, for whatever man you’re waiting for in your head.”
Long fingers fidgeted at his sides, thumbs grazed over knuckles or their tips dug against the seams of his pockets as Blaine tried to figure out where to put them or what to occupy them with before Remy had to get up or spend too much time directing him again. He didn’t want to seem this out of his element, but that’s exactly what he was. Not once has someone wanted to draw or paint him. What’s proper etiquette for being the subject of someone’s art? How long as it going to take before Remy realized he’d asked someone so beyond amateur status that it might’ve been a big mistake picking someone who should stick to music and stage to be a model.
Blaine gave himself and Remy a wary, sheepish grin as the other stood. Thank God, he was going to show him instead of giving him instructions to follow. Though that relief came at a price. Remy was close again and Blaine could feel their bodies brush together. Back teeth clenched together. An attempt to not lose his focus on the task at hand. Easier said than done when Remy’s caress down his arm made the hairs on his arm stand on end and their fingers were laced together perfectly.
Hand on his hip and his breath hitching in his throat, the back of Blaine’s head touched against the side of Remy’s shoulder as he felt his pulse quicken. His fingernails ran over his side before he balled up his hand and shoved it in his back pocket. Blaine’s version of a shoulder against the wall looked more like a drunken man using the corner for support. Who could blame him when a swoon made his head all swimmy? “I am. I promise,” his fist pushed the back of his tight chinos, his belt and how form fitting they were not really allowing them to budge barely an inch. Lips twitched into an embarrassed half smile. “Too tight. Sorry.”
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