connor.

    Every movement performed by the Warbler didn’t go unnoticed by Connor.

    It was almost like he was watching one of those BBC documentaries about the animal kingdom. When a predator picked it’s prey and slowly approached in for the kill. Connor was the predator and Blaine was that sweet adorable deer in whom he was about to sink his teeth in. The way he looked at him was curious. Almost endearing. Trying to read past his initial movements while seeking to keep some distance between them until Blaine could evaluate the true purpose of him being there. Was he that blind? Couldn’t he realize the effect he had on other people? How attractive he was? Connor’s head tilted once more, his eyes scanning down Blaine’s frame and getting him undressed in his mind. Picturing how handsome he would look bending over that piano, moaning his name in that musical tone he used while practicing with the Warblers.

      “Don’t tell me I’m making you nervous, Samwise Gamgee.”

      Another step forward followed by another and Connor reduced the distance between them in a couple of steps so that he could be close to Blaine. He could see him perfectly now. See how tense he was due to that approach. He could feel the scent of his cologne, see the spark of curiosity behind those big, brown eyes. Definitely attractive. No wonder there was so many people after him. And his ass? Uff – He had an ass for days and Connor simply wanted to touch it. Taste it. Bang it. And what Connor Walsh wanted – he usually got.

    “Connor Walsh. Transferred student.” Connor knew he could at least introduce himself. As for the other question – maybe he could give Blaine a preview of his problem. “It’s a rather problematic issue. You see…”Connor smiled his most dashing smile as he reached out to take one of Blaine’s hands onto his own, touching his knuckles ever so gently without ceasing the eye contact. Those were really pretty eyes. And he did had an handsome face. And he was hot all around. “This problem I have? You are partially responsible for it.” Their faces were closer now and Connor couldn’t prevent a grin from forming on his lips as he placed Blaine’s hand against his crotch. There was where the hard issue was. All eight inches of it. “Think you can take care of this problem, Yoda? It’s your fault it had became this hard and… unbearable.”

This pulse began to quicken.  Faster and faster.  It rushed through his veins in a frantic, dizzying pace.  Louder and louder until it was a deafening thunder in his ears.  He barely heard Connor calling him another Tolkien reference as a dry tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. Blaine forced a swallow and ran the roughness of it back and forth over the ridges of his gums to wet it again.  His breathing turned shallow–stopped–and then purposefully filled his lungs in an agonizingly slow inhale.  His refusal to shift his feet even an inch sending one message while the throbbing vein running up the curve of his neck said something quite the opposite.

Finally one toe to heel step backwards.

He never felt so under the microscope as he did when Connor’s gaze moved down his body yet again.  Without a single care whether or not he noticed.  They both knew he would. Connor wanted him to.  Didn’t he?  

A movement, the press of an unmistakably hard length against his palm.  The world tilted sideways, fire splashed from his stomach and ran all the way to his feet where toes curled against the soles of his shoes. Fingers twitched and curled inward along Connor’s problem. “Oh…,” not able to see much between them with one glance down, Blaine bit through the way Connor’s problem was becoming his own problem and pulled whatever willpower he had to press his lips together and then curve them into a smile.  Long lengths straightened out leaving his palm in place as he whispered words he could barely believe he mustered up.  Through a furious blush he hated himself for having, they came.  “I don’t see why this is my fault and–I’m pretty sure you can take care of it one handed.  I doubt my help is necessary at all.”