“how bad do you want me?”

NAUGHTY STARTERS. (oh la la!) @samevvns

“Wait–what,” Blaine sharply

from where he was firmly holding Sam’s ankles as the blond’s body moved against his grasp with sit-up after sit-up.  They’d been working out constantly lately.  Blaine figured keeping up with Sam’s strict regimen might be the push he needed to have a healthy outlet to all the stress and frustration that was keeping him up most nights because he couldn’t stop thinking.  Problem was?  For the past few days?  What he thought about more and more was the person who was supposed to be only a helpful friend. Someone who who was there for him.  Without question.  Whenever he needed someone.

Another touch of Sam’s knee against his shoulder and Blaine was blushing–not thinking of hiding it because the flush ran through his entire system so quick that he only thought it was getting hot in here.  His heart pounding?  Difficulty swallowing?  All a part of working out. Harmless.  Right?  Nothing!  Except when Sam didn’t fall back on the next lift and met his eyes? His breath stopped. A heat pooled in Blaine’s stomach and his fingers tightened their grip. “What did you just ask,” he choked out the question, “I–.”  And with a drag of a light groan through parted lips–Blaine croaked out a breathless confession that he just couldn’t hold in anymore. “A lot, Sam..  But we don’t have to do anything.  I’m sorry..  This is totally not fair to you.”  But–God–he felt Sam’s breath on his cheek, his skin against his palms.  Friends was a word that was never supposed to physically hurt.  In this moment?  It made him ache.