Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.
Seeing Barry fully let loose made Blaine’s chest fill with warmth and his smile was unfadable as he watched the drunk character of his boyfriend for the first time. And it was adorable. Putting out the suggestion for a dance or three (he, actually, planned on making it more than a few just to space out the next set of drinks) was his means to keep Barry from getting falling over drunk. Hey! Those were some long legs! One of his favorite parts of Barry, sure, but the man truly had a set of legs that would put a giraffe’s to shame! Even if Blaine was strong and he knew he could pick him up? How awkward would not only they but adding in limp noodle arms to the mix be to keep under control? When you’re standing at 5′8″ (on a good day with shoes on but no one had to know any different and Blaine would go to his grave claiming that was his true height if anyone asked) trying to tug along someone that clumsy and limbed? It pretty much equated to a corgi trying attempting to use his teeth to tug a down-for-the-count great dane by the collar to wherever it’d be safe for him to pass out. Mental image of that aside, shivers tingled up his spine at the kisses to the crook of his neck. Weak spot, no fair! And the negotiation was readily agreed to with several quick nods before a thick swallow and a smile brightened Blaine’s features. Nose bumps? Blaine melted. Lead out onto the dancefloor–he said a prayer for his toes before pulling Barry close and starting to move to the music. “I just want to let you know? You’re so cute right now, that it’s almost too cute. It’s pretty unfair!”
He knew some people found his line of work to be… it was hard to stomach. And the speedster understood that, there were moments when his day job could get to him more than his work as the Flash. Sometimes the two would over like, and it would make him feel like he’d drowning–losing his footing. With time came a a sort of balance. Work as a CSI was not glamorous, and it would never be. “It does get hard, I won’t lie, there are some cases that can dig under my skin,” he admitted, moving to press a soft kiss to his lips. “But this is my job, I started doing this to find out the truth about my mother’s murder. And it’s why I keep doing it. To find the truth, and provide answers,” he knew it was hard to understand. But that was okay, he didn’t explain to completely comprehend it. Now he was far too curious, he wanted to know what happened, and it seemed like Blaine might be willing to share. Although if Barry notices that it bothers him, the speedster would probably stop him. Barry found himself smiling at the other’s condition for telling him. He briefly nuzzles his neck, humming softly; “I can’t promise anything, but I will try to come to you first– if things ever do get bad.”
“I know it gets hard,” Blaine tried to reassure him by capturing the CSI’s hand in both of his and grazing each side of his thumbs back and forth over the pale skin underneath their olive toned edges. “Just know that I’m here for you, okay? No matter what.” Barry’s nightmares weren’t all because of his past. Blaine knew that. Even though the other was doing his best to not make Blaine worry by using that reason on repeat–he couldn’t fully believe that nothing Barry dealt with on a day to day basis wasn’t a cause, too. Or–at least a twist of the handle that opened up the nightmares lurking behind the door to Barry’s childhood. For now–he’d let it be. Drawing in a slow breath, Blaine rested his cheek against the edge of Barry’s shoulder and shrugged both of his. “You know the worst part? My story isn’t far from hundreds of other kids’ stories from Everywhere, USA and beyond. I’m not saying mine is any worse or better. Just..something that never should have to be anything anyone has to face and that there are still kids out there forced to.”
A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip and he feigned a smile.
“It was a long time ago, okay? Remember that. Because I do,” he trailed off for a beat or two and then picked back up, “I switched schools because what didn’t work out at my old school was me being gay. It was Ohio and a pretty small place. I didn’t hide it. Not after my Dad found out and eventually it got around the whole school. When a particular crowd of boys found out about it? You sure you’re okay hearing this? I don’t want to upset you,” pausing to dart a glance up–Blaine paused to give Barry a measuring squint unsure if he wanted him to continue or not.
The goal had been to just be tipsy, but not flat out drunk. Clearly the time that’s gone by since the last time he actually got drunk had some effect in a way. For now, Barry was a light weight. Should have seen that one coming. Well, it would certainly be a learning experience for the both of them. Barry’s leaning on the shorter, not too much, even in his muddled state he was aware they’d probably topple over if he did– given his height. He looked so proud at the comment, and that Blaine agreed with him; “I am super creative, well,” he said the rest in a hush tone, which really wasn’t all that quiet. “That’s not all of me that’s is super–” he handed the drink over to Blaine for him to try, while leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. “Yup, lots of fun!” an idea popped into his head, so to speak. He nudged the other, with that big grin still on his face, “I should get more shots!” He was giddy, happy, energetic, and someone needed to stop this boy before he ends up tripping over his own feet, and breaking something. Probably himself. Or poor unsuspecting furniture.
Oh my god. This was so adorable that Blaine could feel himself getting a cavity from the sweetness of watching his boyfriend get increasingly excited, happy and goofily drunk. His eyes flared wide at Barry’s afterthought and he had to palm a laugh to keep from outright bursting into a fit of it. Blaine made sure to take an extra long taste of the drink. Draining nearly half of it to slow Barry down. But he had to be careful. The taller of the pair wasn’t the only lightweight out of the bunch. Yeah–he’d grown up some. It took more than one beer to get him drunk like it did when he was a teenager. He still had his limits a lot sooner than most. Blinking as Barry about darted off after the peck to his cheek–Blaine caught him by the elbow gently and nudged him towards the dancefloor instead. “How about you and I have a dance or two first? You can even step on my toes and I won’t hold it against you this time. Then we’ll stop by the bar again.” For water but–hey–he’d get to that later. After he got a few dances out of his super everything boyfriend. “Come on. You can show me your moves and I might even toss a kiss or ten your way for your troubles,” he bribed with a grin and wiggle of his brows.
Blaine took the flower and brought it to the tip of his nose to inhale the scent. You’d swear the smell had some sort of chemical inside it that ignited his cheeks and the bridge of his nose into a shade of red that blazed all the way to his neck. “Okay. You seriously need to stop. I don’t think my dentist is going to like the amount of cavities you’re giving me right now. Come here,” saying nothing more–he gripped the collar of Barry’s coat gently and pulled him down and in to show his gratitude with a kiss.
“Blaine…Bla—ine,” they went to a party, Barry wanted to blend in, and for once remember what it was like to get at least tipsy. So he might have taken the power dampening cuffs.. bracelet, whatever things. Yes, yes, this wasn’t their intended use. Oh well. Barry made his way over to the other, swaying a little till he collided with him, and grinned. “Look, look, you have to try this– it tastes like blue berry pancakes,” a giggle, “Get it? Blue berry? Because my name’s Barry.”
So. This is what his boyfriend looked like drunk? Blaine laughed as he watched Barry drunkenly saunter over. Okay. Saunter was a word used very loosely. Drunkenly–though? Yeah! That was spot on. Laughter turned into a bright grin as their bodies collided. Blaine’s arm wrapped around his slender waist to keep him near as he perked up and looked at the drink. “Does it? That sounds,” he stopped at Barry’s giggle and then promptly broke into his own fit of giddy chuckling. “Wow. You’re right! How creative of you.” This was too adorable for words. Barry was aiming for tipsy and bypassed it three drinks ago. Even a slowed down speedster could apparently not help himself from rushing towards something. In this case? It was getting hammered. “Are you having fun,” he asked wiggling his fingers for Barry to turn over the glass so he could have a taste.
What the? A flutter of eyelashes gave way to a goofy grin directed towards the flower and then at the impish man sitting beside him. “You never cease to surprise me with all the weird but incredibly sweet things you come up with to get my attention. Hello, Barry.” Having nothing on hand to tap Barry’s nose back with–Blaine smirked and mirrored the gesture with the tip of his finger. “Nice to see you too..”
Blaine laid on his back watching Barry in their makeshift fort. This had to be the most perfect way of bringing in the New Year that his boyfriend could have thought of. He’d been in New York City for several years now and did the Times Square thing, the bar thing. The high class restaurant with boring dinner that nearly put him down for the count out of sleepiness long before the clock ever struck midnight. That was checked off his list thanks to June. A house party with friends? Yeah, he’d done that too and ended up kissing someone he never thought he’d kiss. Which ended up in an awkward way to start that year. No, this was perfect and as far as Blaine was concerned? They could stay here all night.
A soft sigh parts just wettened lips as the kisses move up his jawline. One that hums it’s way into an enamoured laugh once their mouths part. “Happy–,” but he didn’t get the last part out before Barry’s mouth was on his again. Fingers tethered through chestnut hair and bare toes that were just wiggling thanks to the pecks curled in as he lifted his head to make this one last. Yep. Just. Perfect.
Feigned surprise opens hazel eyes wide–he fakes a gasp with hands pressed together but fingers parted out to cover his lips. Of course this would be his Christmas morning. And it’s the BEST way to wake up. Who cares about presents under the tree when he has this perfect person standing in the doorway being his completely adorkable self? “Barry..! You shouldn’t have,” Blaine grins before bursting out into a chuckle so hard that it quickly becomes all cheeks, squinted eyes and a blush over the bridge of his nose. “But the bow is so cute though. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“No, I don’t think you realize how not okay I am. I haven’t heard from you in five days. No one could tell me where you were. Or if you were okay. Or coming back. Your phone went right to voicemail. After three? I couldn’t stop thinking the worst happened. Don’t ever do that again. Please?” Blaine held Barry so tight that he could barely breathe but he’d felt like that for practically a week already. At least having him here. Home and safely in his arms? Not being able to get any air because he was holding Barry so tight was better than feeling like his chest was caving in because he’d never see him again.
Barry maneuvered them so that he would be able to look at him, and keep the other close. “I did warn you, but don’t worry– I’m trying not to carry my work with me. It’s usually just really hard cases that I sometimes work late on.” It was true, most if not all his work tended to stay in the his lab at the CCPD. Especially now, last thing he wanted was for Blaine to be exposed to that again. “Sometimes… it does get to me, but I have to move past it, I’ve got a job to do after all,” the speedster said with a smile on his lips. There’s a slight frown on his face, confused, and curious. “….Did something happen? I mean, if you want to tell me, if not that’s okay,” he said reaching out to cup his face, and caress the arch of his cheek.
Fit between Barry’s side and the sofa–Blaine nodded and lifted his head from where his cheek was pressed against the pointed edge of Barry’s shoulder to look in his eyes. “You’re okay with what you do? I’ve read stories about it eating at a person too much and they get lost to all that death and hurt. I’d never want that to happen to you.” Which was why he was so hesitant to bring up that part of his past to almost anyone he was close to. Other than a skim over of making it through a dark spot because he understood where they were. Or to make a point in the vaguest sense of been there, been through it, came out better than okay he could give without drawing too much attention why he sympathized so greatly. Tilting up into the touch–hazel searched vibrantly beautiful green. “Yeah. Something happened. I,” a kiss to Barry’s cheek, “First. You promise you’ll come to me if work gets too much. Please? You won’t keep it inside?”
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