Tag: v: make me feel brand new

Even Dave’s plea of ‘babe’ didn’t kick him out of his utterly dismal mood.  Brought on by lack of sleep thanks to his entire face feeling on fire, fuzzy and plugged up.  He couldn’t get comfortable in any position and his chest felt like it was in cinders by how hard he’d been coughing.  He’d bit through the antibiotics.  Managed to keep them down even.  Blaine knew inside the bottle of thick, syrupy gross that Dave held was the means of taking care of seventy-five percent of his issues.  However, this awfulness didn’t do him any favor and left his tastebuds fully functioning.

A red tipped nose scrunched up so badly Blaine’s eyes shut and he waved at the bottle like the devil was sticking his head out of the top.  “Just kill me.  You’d be doing me a favor,” he sank back down into the pillows blindly lifting his hand out of the covers and scrunching his fingers back and forth towards his palm.  His means of sort of giving in cause he could totally change his mind still.  Who knows?  Maybe Dave got lucky this time?

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❝I’m not taking that medicine, it’s disgusting.❞

damagebuilt:

sickness starters ( accepting )

“Babe, come on. Don’t be like that. It’s not that bad and you need to take it if you want to get better.” Dave had certainly signed up for over the top dramatic-esque attitude from Blaine when they started dating but this was taking it to a whole new level. Nobody liked taking medicine but they had to, if they had any hopes of getting better.

dave.

Dave couldn’t help but laugh at Blaine’s over-selling of his big spoon game. It was easily the most adorable thing he’d ever heard in his life, though he wasn’t going to say anything just yet. He didn’t want to ruin the moment right now. It was much too nice and if he said anything, he had a feeling that he might say something that could completely ruin all of it. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be close to Blaine, he wanted to enjoy the closeness and the intimacy. He wanted to enjoy feeling good for once in his life. With someone that understood what he’d been through, with someone that didn’t judge him for his past. 

He never would have imagined getting this lucky in all of his life but here he was, with Blaine tucked in against his chest and their hands laced together. This was something he could have only dreamt of just a few years back. Things were changing and for the better. His heart raced a little faster as Blaine began to press kisses to his knuckles and he squeezed Blaine’s hand gently, cheeks bright pink. “I’m really, really, happy with you.” Dave said quietly, ducking his head to press a few gentle kisses to Blaine’s shoulder and neck. “I’ve never been so happy.”

Hearing Dave whisper how happy he was made Blaine feel as if he were light as air.  A soft smile was pressed against the pillow, his nose brushing over the soft fabric.  The happiness beamed out of him in his voice, a cracked and content.  “Good.  The one thing I want to make sure I’m doing right is making you happy.  After all you’ve done for me.”  Feeling the nearness of fingertips near his lips, Blaine felt his pulse pick up as he kissed over them and brought the velvet caress of his lips to a pause of warm breath ghosting over the moisture his pecks.  “You make me happy, too.”

Goosebumps chased after Dave’s kisses.  His neck a weakspot that made him shudder.  “You are?  Good..”  Letting his foot slide back, he hooked it over Dave’s calf and scooted it forward to tangle their legs together.  A flex of his fingers brought Dave’s hand up over his cheek and turned his head back just enough to trace the lines inside his palm with his lips, nose, breath.  Oh, this felt far too good.  “I’m so glad for that night.  You know that?”  Words muttered, nearly muffled against skin covering Dave’s wrist.  Then nothing but a quiet hum when his pulse picked up to a rabbit’s foot pace.  The warmth of his lips wrapped around Dave’s thumb and he took it between them indulging himself with a taste of his skin.  Having a moment like this after pushing it off for so long?  How could he not?

dave.

As soon as those lips touched his cheek, Dave felt the blush rise fast. It made his whole body feel warm and it made his stomach twist in an familiar and slightly nerve-wracking way. But he liked it. He liked the feeling that he got when he was with Blaine. He liked how Blaine made him feel. He felt better about himself when he was here, when he was with someone that understood him.

A little laugh rumbled in his chest when Blaine spoke and he nuzzled his forehead against the boys’ shoulder, hand resting flat against his chest. He could almost feel Blaine’s heartbeat underneath his hand and that was a work of wonder, wasn’t it? “Yeah? I don’t doubt it.” And he didn’t, it was just that he didn’t often like to be the little spoon because other peoples’ arms were never long enough. “Yeah, this is perfect.” He murmured, letting their fingers lace together. He lifted his arm up a little to rest against Blaine’s chest, cheeks still burning hot. 

Tucked in and perfectly moulded to Dave’s chest, Blaine hummed as he felt the rumble of Dave’s laugh against his back.  “You better not.  Because my big spoon game?  It’s pretty on point,” he teased happily enjoying this moment and letting himself indulge in the feeling of just being near someone like this. The feeling was something he ached for in his bones for months.  Having that nearness and letting himself be close enough to someone that he could be this way with.  It wasn’t something he was sure he’d open himself up to for a very long time.  Self-defense of shutting out something he knew in his  bones he needed might not’ve been the healthiest idea.  But it was one he was forcing himself to settle into.

Then along came Dave.  Who grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him in a different direction that locking himself away and sinking into the dark was allowed nowhere near.  Look at where they were now because of it.  Lacing his fingers tighter to Dave’s hand highest against his chest, he lifted it up and began peppering kisses to his knuckles as he spoke unaware of how deeply Dave was blushing.  Or that his own face might be a perfect match.  “Are you happy?  You know,” another few kisses, “with me?  I want to make sure you’re happy.  Because.  You really do deserve that, Dave.  More than you let yourself think.”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching? ( dave )

texting meme.

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( mssg » dave | sent ) I wish I could lie to you and tell you something a lot cooler (or sexier cause I’d take sexier too) than what it is but..
( mssg » dave | sent ) I found the archive of recorded Warbler performances and I’m all the way back to the VHS era.  Haven’t slept since I started.  I think I’m either going to pass out or maybe just drink more coffee.
( mssg » dave | sent ) But either way?  I’m determined to finish this before I walk into that room and tell them I’m their new coach.  I’ll Clockwork Orange myself if I have to.

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The fondest of smiles pulled at Dave’s lips at the question, because it was nice to feel appreciated and to have his own feelings considered by someone as incredible as Blaine. He wanted to make sure that he was okay to kiss him first, even going as far as to ask if it was okay. It was a strange thing for him to think, it was a strange thing to be a part of, really. 

Blaine was something else entirely. The good kind, obviously. He was amazing, thoughtful and careful. He always made sure to check on other peoples’ feelings before his own. He was such an incredible human being and Dave was left wondering how he’d managed to get someone so amazing to find him attractive or to even like him for that matter. 

Cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink at the first kiss and he leaned into it easily, into the second one even quicker. It felt so brand new. It felt so … good. Dave pressed back into the kiss with ease, cheeks hot and sucked in slightly.

Kissing Dave felt so different.  Brand new and breathtakingly so.  The initial nervousness wore off past the first split second their lips touched and Blaine let himself melt into the sensation as he explored what this actually felt like. He’d taken his time and feeling himself floating away made him wonder why.  Logical Blaine would rationalize he wanted to make sure he was ready for it when it happened.  In the moment and fully invested into how Dave drew him in and made him want to nudge their lips apart (which he did)?  Logic could find somewhere else to call home.

Only the sliver of a taste and he felt himself shudder.  His breath heavy as he pulled back only far enough to catch a glance of Dave’s hairline and temple, the shell of his ear close to his mouth as he whispered.  “Was that okay?”  It’d been months for him and he felt a small rock form in his throat after the question.  The finality of one part of his life and he swung his last foot through the threshold into something new, something unplanned but wanted, needed, ached for kept pent up was begging to be let out.

“Tell me it was..?”  And then do it again.

dave.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I think without context it’s kind of weird.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I promise not to judge you at all.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) C’mon, Blaine.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Don’t be shy. 

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I wanna know.

( mssg » dave | sent ) Great!  So, you’re telling me I made this weird by trying to not make it weird?  That’s pretty much par for the course in my book lately.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Since you promised.  Plus, now, I’ve got to make this un-weird.
( mssg » dave | sent ) We’re in your car heading somewhere.  I haven’t been able to figure out where yet.  Maybe if I have it again?  Anyway.  Your hand is in mind while the other is steering.  Oh,  This is in one version of it.  Cause there’s two. 
( mssg » dave | sent )

You’re telling me that you’re so excited and we’re both itching to get to wherever it is we’re heading.  Our first trip together or whatever and it’s this huge deal.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I have no idea what road we’re on but you pull over and we’re suddenly out of the car and on some lakefront.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Have I lost you here?  Still with me?

dave. 

( sms ) i think that depends on the context.
( sms ) what kind of dream is it?

( mssg » dave | sent ) What if the context makes it weird?

( mssg » dave | sent )

You promise not to judge me too harshly if it does?

( mssg » dave | sent )

You’re free to tell me to shut up at any time! 

( mssg » dave | sent )

I just want to put that disclaimer on the table.

@damagebuilt ; continued from here.

That was all the confirmation he needed.  Blaine smiled a small smile full of adoration for the man sitting beside him on the couch.  They’d been so close to doing this so many times.  Walls came up, his conviction crumbled and usually he was the one to slam on the breaks, breathe in as fast as he could and change the subject.  But tonight?  Tonight he needed Dave, needed them, needed this.  And without so much as a single moment of pause, once the permission was given?

Their lips met gently at first.  Softness that was more exploratory than diving right in.  This kiss meant so much, as small as it started it was anything but.  Their lips meeting felt like turning a page.  A new, fresh one waited for him past all the ones with scribbled thoughts and jumbled memories.  Nudging him closer with a firmer press, Blaine’s breath ran hot against Dave’s cheek.  Butterflies.

@damagebuilt ; continued from here.