remy.

It’s an interesting sight to watch the other blush up like nothing else.  There’s a simple easy shrug at the others words. “I think I have a vague idea of where it came from.”  Sebastian had been right after all. Blaine was utterly, drop dead gorgeous. His lips, his dark hair, and if half the things Sebastian had said about the boys ass were true then he was no doubt worthy of such a nickname. You could almost see the shiver that ran though Blaine at the name, like some Pavlovian response to it.  Remy dropped his paint smeared rag onto the table between them before finally strolling over towards the boy. “My brother does have a flair for being a little dramatic with his words. And I love him, really, but it’s a true enough statement. Though in this case…” Remy chuckled, his pink braided hair falling to one side. but he held his hands up as the other pressed for more details. “Fine. Fine. Fine.  I tried to warn you off but if you insist….”  There’s a little trail off as Remy’s mind clearly started to pick at what he wanted to tell Blaine about. “At one point he told me that if the gods created a perfect ass. It would belong to Blaine Anderson.” He pointed out as he took a chance to lean around the boy to clearly drop his eyes to the others ass. “I think he sort of has a point there.” He mused, staring for a few moments longer before walking back to drop down on one of the chairs at the table. “There was a few other elaborate things about licking whipped cream off certain parts of you.  Oh. And your face covered in-..” There’s a little wiggled his eyebrows. Remy clearly had no shame just as much as Sebastian did. “And I think he also said something about you being his dream conquest?” 

Blaine watched in wonderment–hazel eyes drawn to one thing in particular–as Remy drew nearer. He was unable to mask his fascination with the pink braid that was such a stark contrast to the polished and perfect natural hair his twin brother meticulously sported ever since they’d first met.  The look was so not anywhere close to Sebastian’s style that it was as strange as it was familiar thanks the face he was glancing towards when he wasn’t watching his hair.  The passive way he spoke in that voice in such a melodic tone made Blaine bite into his bottom lip and wonder if he’d just asked a question he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer to seeing as how it was being hinted at that what Blaine suspected verses what he was about to hear?  Might be even more blown out of proportion than he expected in a way that was all Sebastian Smythe and–that was a wholly uniquely extreme version of the phrase.  Of course, it started with a statement about his ass. They were close now. Enough Blaine could smell paint–his breath hitched and he stood perfectly still as the other–you’ve got to be kidding–leaned to blatantly look at his rear.  Heat exploded over his skin again in a whole new blaze, wide eyes stared at the floor in disbelief that shouldn’t even be disbelief considering.  His lungs only began working once Remy sauntered off.  Blaine tilted his chin to meet Remy’s stare–growing redder with each word–until his mouth hung open and he stuttered.  “I–uh–okay..”  He managed some half-laugh that was more breathless than not and rolled his eyes trying to chuckle the last part off but fell a dollar short. “And that’s why your brother is the epitome of ‘I can’t believe you just said that’.  I–um–probably never should have asked.  Yet again.  Sebastian manages to blow my mind and he isn’t even in the room.” Another weak chortle and shake of his head occurred before Blaine turned to grab the blankets out of a linen closet and realized he was walking in the opposite direction.  After shooting Remy a ‘don’t you dare laugh’ stare–he quickly went to grab them and a pillow he always used trying to catch his breath for real on the way.