INTIMACY . // MEME .
“Cold? They’re freezing. How, though? Yours are practically an inferno,” slender fingers clamped down onto Bram’s palms as Blaine let his skin soak in the warmth radiating from them. With his hands captured, their homework slid to the floor in front of the couch as the television switched to the ten o’clock news signalling that it was about time to reach a pausing point anyway. Hearing the opening jingle, Blaine groaned that he’d managed to take up all of Bram’s night without barely a break.
“Hey. It’s pretty late. Did you want to stay here tonight? I’ll even make us a way past dinner time–dinner? It’s better than driving across town at this hour?” Plus. They could wake up tomorrow and work some more. Not to mention, the company would be great? Maybe?
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