remy. @secretivesmythe

The movie was already rolling through some passionate lovemaking scene between two boring leads that Remy had already lost interest in it about an hour ago. Who cares if the lead male married his boss? His attention had already turned to the boy in his arms, his hand reaching up to brush through the other’s hair lightly as he teased it slightly, before brushing his hand through the others dark locks again.  Remy was just going to soak in the sight of Blaine resting in his arms, looking so comfortable and so…like he’d always meant to fit there as Remy’s hand moved up to brush through those gelled locks again lightly.

Relaxing Remy at the end of his day had become a habit Blaine was far too addicted to in way too short of an amount of time.  Somehow, the artist managed to keep tearing through walls and limits that he’d put on himself years ago.  All spawned from the notion that instead of one relationship, then dating, blunder after another?  Focusing on his future and career was a hell of a lot safer.  Within an hour after meeting him, Blaine was fascinated in ways he knew he shouldn’t let himself be with his best friend’s brother he’d only heard stories about.  Now, weeks later they were stretched out on the couch together watching some movie Blaine picked out without knowing most of the plot.  Where he was half-interested, Remy apparently wasn’t remotely so.  Much to Blaine’s fortune.  Because Remy seemed content to distract himself by playing with his hair.  Something Blaine was enjoying immensely.  Enough that he hummed and turned towards the touch, his fingers uncurling against Remy’s chest to trace the pattern in his shirt.  “You keep that up?  I’m going to melt into the couch.  It’ll be all your fault..”