“If you do, I’ll probably kick your ass,” he muttered softly pulling away enough to grasp one of his hands. And pressed a soft kiss there, squeezing gently, and keeping Blaine close. The speedster was proud of him, he really, really was. Blaine was such a good person, too good for him. He didn’t want the other to feel guilty, but after losing so many people that he cared about. Perhaps he was a bit paranoid. But could anyone fault him? Feeling the other next to him, his breath on his skin, it was reassuring, and it had calmed the speedster down. Although he sort of refused to let him go right now. While he might be promising that, Barry knew better, something always happens. But he’ll push that out of his mind for the time being. “I’m glad you’re okay, but right now you totally owe me some time,” he managed a chuckle. “No escape.”
Blaine laughed lightly at the threat. “I give you full permission if it happens again. I promise I–,” he fell silent when Barry took his hand caused his breath to hitch. There was such warmth in Barry’s touch. Trembling fingers quickly curled down trying to get as much physical contact as possible so he could savor the sensation. Watching Barry’s lips close in? The kiss pressed there? Having his nerves tingle was unavoidable. There was nothing that could stop that reaction–ever–in Blaine’s book. No near-terrible situations or guilt or lingering anxiety could taint that feeling. His attention was still honed in on the spot where the ghost of Barry’s lips haunted his skin when the speedster spoke. Dazed eyes focused when he heard a faint chuckle and Blaine’s whole expression showed how affected he was by such a tiny gesture. A slow nod later–Blaine’s body shifted and he crawled over to sit on Barry’s lap facing him with his knees bent towards the back of the sofa and his arms wrapped loosely around a long neck. “I’ll give you all the time in the world.” Being the tallest was a rare treat and he grinned teasingly putting all his efforts into trying to lighten the mood. “Now who is in a no escape situation? You’re stuck, Mister Allen. Until I say so.”
Barry was not okay. The first thought that had popped into his head before he had raced off to stop it from escalated was ‘someone else I care about is going to die’. That was his first thought, and until now that he felt the other wrap those arms around him, and kept him close. He was able to relax, to see that Blaine was in one piece, that he was okay, that he was living, and breathing. he was okay. “I understand, believe me I totally get it, it’s just who you are,” he held the shorter tighter. “But be careful, just, just think before you do anything. If something happened to you, I don’t, I can’t, I’m really sure how I would handle that.” So in short, no he wasn’t okay about what had happened. But he was glad about Blaine being here; breathing.
“I don’t plan on repeating it..so I promise I’ll be careful,” he sighed softly and pressed a kiss to Barry’s head. Guilt wiggled into his stomach and a deep frown tugged on the edges of his mouth. There wasn’t anything else he could have done. His gut instinct was to jump in. No one else did doing anything to help. Whether or not that was the smartest thing to do was up in the air. Probably leaning towards it not being very bright. But he couldn’t help it. Putting Barry through any kind of worry felt awful and Blaine wished he never found out given how upset he was. Nuzzling down into the curve of Barry’s shoulder and neck, his breath ran warm across pale skin as he quietly reassured him, “Put that thought out of your mind. Nothing will happen to me. Ever. I promise.”
Barry watched him, and he couldn’t help but find it slightly adorable. Although he was ready to go, and help him if Blaine looked like he was really going to fall down. He resisted the urge to just reach out, and pull him closer. Considering he wasn’t sure if he might be over stepping his boundaries. But considering they’ve accidentally kissed each other twice–. Hm. “Well, sometimes it’s sort of hard to tell with you,” he lightly joked. “You seem to be ready to run each time it happens, I don’t know if I should be offended or not,” he continued. Eventually he made his way over to Blaine, and while he seemed confident. Barry felt jittery, anxious, and nervous. He’s tasking a risk, a chance, it could pay off, or it could totally go badly. Silently, Barry hoped for the former options. Humming a bit, he stepped into the shorter’s space, not leaving much between them. “I guess, maybe I should–” now he licked his own lips, glancing down at Blaine’s for a moment. “Find out, right?” he muttered. That’s the warning he gives the other, before leaning down, and kissed Blaine firmly on the lips. Crap, they’re soft.
Yes. It was true. He was mortified both times they kissed before because the first one was completely accident and the second? He could still taste Barry on his lips and knew that he’d made yet another mistake that he wished he could blame on the alcohol but.. That pull in his belly? The one that guided him towards Barry’s throat and landed him in the position he was in again with the poor, patient guy? It was real and he wanted to do it. Blaine’s mouth decided to mimic a fish out of water as he tried to come up with something to say and the words didn’t come easy. “I–just–I thought both times were not something you were okay with.” How was he supposed to say what he was thinking? The problem was? He really liked him. Either like that or not. And if he kept this up? Chances could be that Barry would stop wanting to even see him. Risking their friendship wasn’t worth– Why was Barry looking at his lips? Hazel eyes watched and grew wide and curious as he licked his own too. Suddenly, the world spun upside down and took him along for the ride. Barry was so close now. Find out? Blaine barely got past being completely stunned before their mouths met and his hands lifted to rest gently on the bends of Barry’s elbows. –Oh! That find out.– Without wasting another second–Blaine lifted up to his toes and kissed him back just as firm, black lashes falling as his eyes closed and a quiet sound of his breath hitching was the only noise he could hear.
Barry had seen far too many people he cared for leave. Some alive, and some dead. And the last thing he wanted to happen, was to have Blaine be added to that list. He was tired of those close to him getting hurt or worse. But he also understood why the other did it, and he’s proud of course. That didn’t stop the panic that had bubbled inside him, the worry, but also the relief once he realized Blaine was okay. The speedster gave his hand a squeeze, and a rather small smile. Before resting his head against the other’s shoulder, as he sighed; “It’s— it’s fine, I get it, I know why you did it. And I’m, I’m just glad that you’re okay.”
Rolling his lips between the front of his teeth–Blaine watched Barry close trying to gage his reaction and compare it to what he was saying. Was he really okay? Or was he still reading what Blaine considered–though those close to him would argue the opposite considering he had put himself in a rough spot potentially–too much into what happened and worrying anyway. Hey. Blaine considered himself to be a master at it. He shifted as he smiled the same size of smile back. Then thought better and decided to turn until he could wrap both arms around Barry’s shoulders and pull him in close so he could rest his chin on top of his head. “Are you sure it’s fine? Or are you just saying that,” he whispered and squeezed tight. “I promise I’m not going to get hurt. Okay? Not now. Not ever. But I can never promise to turn a blind eye to anyone who needs help. I hope you understand?”
Is this how Caitlin feels when she’s slightly scolding him for being reckless? If it is, he sincerely apologizes for that. Barry sighed once again, closing his eyes as he took a small breath. “I’m NOT mad, I was worried, I’m allowed to worry,” he answered. The speedster stayed quiet for a moment, then reached out, and placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing. “That’s not what I’m saying Blaine, it’s just that things could have gone wrong. Very wrong, so you– worried me. That’s all.”
He felt like he was in trouble. That awful sinking feeling that makes you swear your stomach is in the soles of your shoes while your heart cracks and your throat collapses. Yeah–that sort of trouble. It makes his eyes turn pleading and a frown bordering on a pout presses his lips together. “What you just said makes it worse, you know? Like when a parent tells you that they not mad..just disappointed.” Sighing softly–he catches Barry’s hand before it moves and uses it to tug Barry onto the couch beside him. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t. I just– Sorry.” Not that he regretted his choice. He didn’t. He only regretted that it put Barry through any kind of hell. Unintentional as it was.
Barry gave him this unbelievable look. “Seriously?” he uttered, shaking his head. That’s got to be the worst argument ever. “I’m not mad at you, I was worried, I’m still worried.” The speedster sighed, and shook rubbed the back of his neck. “Why’d you do it?”
“Seriously. If I’m not hurt? You can’t be mad because you would be mad for no reason. See,” he asked trying to make light of the situation because–deep down–he was still rattled. What happened could have gone terribly wrong. Barry being upset, though? That was the worst. Blaine stuttered, pushed his palms flat together and shoved them between his knees shrugging lightly. “Because if I didn’t step in? No one would. What kind of a person would that make me?”
“Could have are the words that really matter in this conversation. Yes. I could have gotten hurt–but I didn’t and because of that? You–technically–can’t be mad at me..”
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