It was funny, really. That Blaine spent all this time tip-toeing, dancing around these lines like eggshells, so cautious to do WRONG that he so often opted to do NOTHING AT ALL.
Because Elliott could take it. He was a grown man, he’d seen enough shit, and little things didn’t bother him; things so often ROLLED off his back like a duck, Elliott was good at accepting and moving forwards. The idea someone was so…CAUTIOUS around him, that someone treated his feelings as if they mattered and were BREAKABLE?
It was sweet, nobody treated him like that. EVER.
“I get it – really, I DO,” He could relate. Old habits really did DIE HARD.
Turning his face in time to catch the kiss, instead making it one full on – a proper kiss instead of something in the corner – Elliott’s hand found it’s way to Blaine’s chest, pushing him back. A gentle pressure, not trying to knock him over, just GUIDING him back until the others back was against the sink, loosely cornering him with that cheeky little grin.
“Turn around?” Elliott’s request might be odd, his hands falling down to rest at Blaine’s hips, toying idly with trouser tops, but he hoped Blaine would RETURN the earlier trust and do it.
That he would look in the mirror, like Elliott so CLEARLY wanted.
Elliott always got it. There was never a moment in their friendship or what they were now that Elliott failed to give him nothing but absolute understanding. The amount of patience and acceptance towards others mistakes, learning curves or doubts Elliott possessed was without measure. Something that made him a beyond precious gift to anyone who was lucky enough to have him in their life.
Elliott always understood. Just? Blaine, even though he infinitely appreciated him, often wished he didn’t have a single reason for Elliott to have to get anything about him. Well. This brand of getting it, anyway.
At least now? They’ve slipped into a comfortable median between the pair. Eventually? The need to get anything inthatway wouldn’t be a need at all? Where was his mind going again? Elliott turning into the kiss stole his thoughts away. Took them from where he’d been honing them in on (thankfully) and made the Earth spin faster with a simple, real kiss.
He moved with a building grin to match Elliott’s, underneath the taller man’s fingertips, Blaine’s heart began to race and the twinkle in his eye said it wasn’t necessarily for a bad reason. Being cornered like he was–welp–who would complain? Especially while looking up at the one doing the cornering. Gorgeous didn’t do Elliott justice. Never had. But it was close.
Blaine chewed against the inside of his lip at the instruction. “Okay,” he nodded anyway slowly exhaling through the touch against his waistband sending a chill up his spine as he turned and rested his back against the other’s chest. He met Elliott’s gaze in the reflection, arched a brow as if to ask if this was what he wanted.
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