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?”
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