Okay, well, Dave hadn’t been expecting the conversation to take this turn. Not that he was complaining because he absolutely wasn’t. Dave liked the idea of being close to Blaine, he liked the idea of cuddling too so this was a win win in his books. He just had to hope that Blaine wouldn’t grow to hate it.
He knew that he was on the larger size of life and he knew that he might not be too comfortable to some people but he hoped that Blaine wouldn’t mind it. So he finally settled himself down next to Blaine and smiled, arm curling around his waist. “I can be the big spoon, if you want.” He preferred being the big spoon, he was tall so it made sense but it also meant he didn’t need to face the awkwardness of someones’ arm around his large tummy.
Blaine held his breath until he saw Dave stand. Was he pushing things? Expecting too much when Dave was only being kind? But just when he was sure it was about time to go find a shovel and dig a hole for himself to crawl into? A hesitant few seconds was all it took. Given his past several months? It was hard not to think the worst. Even though he was trying his best to let the part of himself that did that go? It’d resurfaced with a vengeance and he was getting there. Day by day as current company has been telling him since night one.
Dave climbed into the bed and began to scoot near. Blaine decided it was okay to breathe again. He even stole a moment to lean over Dave and press a soft kiss to his cheek before stretching back out, his back fit itself against Dave’s chest perfectly. There was warm and comfort to be found. Right here. “This time? That would be great. I can always return the favor another time. Don’t think I can’t big spoon the heck out of you because I totally can.” Reaching back, their fingers were quickly laced together again and he pulled Dave’s arm around his middle. The weight of the world seemed to melt off his shoulders and he sighed against the pillow. “Is this okay?”
Blaine looked tired, so much so that Dave was surprised he was still awake. What with how dopey he looked because of the exhaustion; though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit pleased that Blaine was still awake. He watched carefully as Blaine’s arm unfolded and his hand fell to the bed, facing up to the ceiling — ready to be held. Or at least, that was what it looked like. Dave did step in a little closer and took a seat closer to the bed, fingers lacing in with Blaine’s a little cautiously. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna intrude.”
Tired? Very much. But not going down without a fight. Having company that was uniquely Dave (removed from all things New York and everything that happened there) was something Blaine was beginning to treasure, look forward to and rely on. When he’d told himself maybe relying on people was the last thing he should do. Yet, here we are. Nature is hard to break..
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he smiled from underneath his palm and wrist. His gaze went soft. “Yes, I’m sure.” No sooner did he open his gaze back up and find Dave’s than Dave’s hand was slipping into his. Blaine’s fingers instantly curled through his fingers and gave him a gentle tug. “I’ll even let you pick which size of spoon you prefer,” his grin went lopsided teasing him just to earn a smile. “Cause that’s kinda my thing and no one is immune.”
( mssg » blaine | sent) okay, i’m on my way. ( mssg » blaine | sent) can you try and go outside? ( mssg » blaine | sent) so i don’t have to search for you inside. ( mssg » blaine | sent) sure, sure, it counts.
( mssg » dave | sent) Youare? Youre’ the best. Your eally are. ( mssg » dave | sent) Yes I’ll go outside. ( mssg » dave | sent)
I don’t want to inconenience you more than you already are. ( mssg » dave | sent) never try typing inconvenience when you are drunk ( mssg » dave | sent) i think it lamost gave me a headace. ( mssg » dave | sent) i apologize for you having to deal with this. ( mssg » dave | sent)
You totally didn’t sign up for it. but you’re such a good guy.
Tired eyes watched Dave, noticing every small fidget that ticked nervously through the man’s body. “That’s incredibly sweet..” A warm smile curved the corners of Blaine’s mouth and from his spot on the bed, his arm unfolded fingers left to curve towards the ceiling twitched for Dave to take. “You don’t have to sit on the chair, you know? You can come in here then. No reason for you to look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to leave. Cause I’m not. Never mind about the guest room tonight.” Another wiggle of his fingers. Please take them. “If you want to..”
( mssg » dave | sent) You canask me anthign DAve. ( mssg » dave | sent) that’s an east one to anser! Scandls ( mssg » dave | sent) Liek three rum and cokes but it was hapyp hour ( mssg » dave | sent) two horus ago but it still counts, yeah?
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