“It’s not too much,” Barry reassured him, reading ( or at least sensing ) a trace of insecurity in Blaine’s tone, as if anyone could be anything but appreciative towards such a welcoming. “Actually, it’s exactly what I would have done.” In his case, he would have spent half an hour dashing up and down his loft, wondering if he had lit too many candles, or too few, or if the flowers were too much, or if maybe he should add a vase with flowers on whatever space was left on the first flat surface he caught sight on. Which was why he was relieved Blaine had been the one to invite him over instead, unknowingly sparing him from some serious stressing out.
It was not too much, not to his eyes, but for someone who would have done the exact same thing, Barry was still having a hard time wrapping his head around why anyone would go through that much trouble for him. Not because there was some masochist tendency trying to convince him he didn’t deserve it ( all thoughts of that nature were kept at bay when Blaine was around ), but because any scenario at all, anything the other would have wanted to receive him with would have been perfect, nothing would have been repelling. After all, how could it when behind it rested the intention of doing something nice for him? To prove just how appreciative he was, Barry walked over the few steps that separated them, a single hand reaching over to cup Blaine’s chin so he could tilt his head up towards him and press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
A cool splash of relief washed in, tickling it’s way across the growing temperature of his cheeks and down his spine right into his belly where it eased the discomfort that was building up the more he watched Barry take everything in. It hit him so hard that a sigh nothing short of an unspoken thank goodness that he couldn’t hold it in was exhaled deep enough that his chest sank. And he could officially breathe again after. “I know it is. But I wanted to preempt that and take my chance while the taking was good,” he hummed softly mindlessly chewing on his bottom lip right after. Round eyes watched the taller of the pair close, enjoying how he lit up and smiled at him. This reaction was why he did what he did. Just to see that expression.
The distance was closed and Blaine stopped gnawing on his bottom lip the second his chin was taken into Barry’s delicate hold. Nothing, short of a few things he wouldn’t think about currently, could make his knees as weak as the seemingly small, but to Blaine, intimate beyond words gesture. Putty in his hands. Or hand. That’s what it made him. Head to toe, he relaxed and lifted up slightly meeting the kiss gently as his fingers touched down, feather light, against the bends of Barry’s elbows. “You’re welcome,” another kiss and he lowered his heels the inch or two to the floor they’d risen from. Dumbstruck for a beat, he gave him a lopsided, curious little smile then seemed to catch himself with an upwards twitch of his brows and a stuttered. “You can make yourself comfortable while I get us some wine. Pick a movie maybe? Anything you want.”
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