So far it seemed like the two of them were both stumbling over their words, and given their situation it wasn’t all that surprising. Granted, the speedster had also agreed to doing this– although it still didn’t stop him from feeling nervous about it nevertheless. When he had finally spotted Blaine, and settled next to him. His first thought was that this guy was rather cute, and the bowtie thing just added to it in a way. While alcohol might not have any affect on him, that didn’t mean Barry wouldn’t mind a taste. “Sure, a drink sounds good,” he replied with a grin. Although if the other ended up getting drunk, there’s no way Barry would go further than talking though. He’s not an ass. “I could start out asking if you come here often, but that sounds corny, and a pretty bad pick up line,” he lightly joked. Barry ordered a drink for himself, getting it a few moments later, and took a sip. His eyes looking Blaine over, he had tried to do is discreetly, although he got the feeling that the other might have taken notice of it. “I… have to admit I was kind of worried coming here,” he supplied as he chuckled lightly. “This is my first time doing something like this,and you can probably tell.” Barry uttered, rubbing the back of his head a little, and messing with his own hair. The speedster continued to smile, although a little more subtle. “But— kind of glad I came here actually.”
After reminding himself that this didn’t need to go anywhere. That the two of them could simply share a drink or two and go their separate ways–Blaine nursed a few sips from his glass and let the warmth of the liquor fill first his stomach and then move through his veins. It was a calming sensation. One that might give him more courage to sit here and talk with the guy now that it’d already given him enough to dial a random number scribbled on a bathroom wall. Yes, it might be to tell the person their name was plastered inside a stall in one of the most popular bars in New York City..but was it really? A certain level of lonely and booze might’ve been the root cause of it. But. Whatever. They were here–together–now. Might as well not look like a bumbling idiot all night and enjoy having someone to drink with that wasn’t a regular who only knew him because they both came here so much. Or the bartender. Laughing bent his elbow against the counter and lifted his hand to prop the edge of his jaw up–Blaine shrugged and bounced the straw off the pieces of ice the other. “I admit that I was nervous for you to come here. It’s not like I make a habit out of dialing numbers on random stalls,” his breath hitched and he made sure to circle back with a firm, “I don’t. But in the age of a million dating apps? No one ever does that much anymore. I mean–unless you did–in which case,” His smile turned uneven and he rolled his eyes at himself. Deflating–his hand dropped to touch his glass and he grinned down at it. “I’m glad you came here, too.”
Blaine laid on his back watching Barry in their makeshift fort. This had to be the most perfect way of bringing in the New Year that his boyfriend could have thought of. He’d been in New York City for several years now and did the Times Square thing, the bar thing. The high class restaurant with boring dinner that nearly put him down for the count out of sleepiness long before the clock ever struck midnight. That was checked off his list thanks to June. A house party with friends? Yeah, he’d done that too and ended up kissing someone he never thought he’d kiss. Which ended up in an awkward way to start that year. No, this was perfect and as far as Blaine was concerned? They could stay here all night.
A soft sigh parts just wettened lips as the kisses move up his jawline. One that hums it’s way into an enamoured laugh once their mouths part. “Happy–,” but he didn’t get the last part out before Barry’s mouth was on his again. Fingers tethered through chestnut hair and bare toes that were just wiggling thanks to the pecks curled in as he lifted his head to make this one last. Yep. Just. Perfect.
Feigned surprise opens hazel eyes wide–he fakes a gasp with hands pressed together but fingers parted out to cover his lips. Of course this would be his Christmas morning. And it’s the BEST way to wake up. Who cares about presents under the tree when he has this perfect person standing in the doorway being his completely adorkable self? “Barry..! You shouldn’t have,” Blaine grins before bursting out into a chuckle so hard that it quickly becomes all cheeks, squinted eyes and a blush over the bridge of his nose. “But the bow is so cute though. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“No, I don’t think you realize how not okay I am. I haven’t heard from you in five days. No one could tell me where you were. Or if you were okay. Or coming back. Your phone went right to voicemail. After three? I couldn’t stop thinking the worst happened. Don’t ever do that again. Please?” Blaine held Barry so tight that he could barely breathe but he’d felt like that for practically a week already. At least having him here. Home and safely in his arms? Not being able to get any air because he was holding Barry so tight was better than feeling like his chest was caving in because he’d never see him again.
Barry maneuvered them so that he would be able to look at him, and keep the other close. “I did warn you, but don’t worry– I’m trying not to carry my work with me. It’s usually just really hard cases that I sometimes work late on.” It was true, most if not all his work tended to stay in the his lab at the CCPD. Especially now, last thing he wanted was for Blaine to be exposed to that again. “Sometimes… it does get to me, but I have to move past it, I’ve got a job to do after all,” the speedster said with a smile on his lips. There’s a slight frown on his face, confused, and curious. “….Did something happen? I mean, if you want to tell me, if not that’s okay,” he said reaching out to cup his face, and caress the arch of his cheek.
Fit between Barry’s side and the sofa–Blaine nodded and lifted his head from where his cheek was pressed against the pointed edge of Barry’s shoulder to look in his eyes. “You’re okay with what you do? I’ve read stories about it eating at a person too much and they get lost to all that death and hurt. I’d never want that to happen to you.” Which was why he was so hesitant to bring up that part of his past to almost anyone he was close to. Other than a skim over of making it through a dark spot because he understood where they were. Or to make a point in the vaguest sense of been there, been through it, came out better than okay he could give without drawing too much attention why he sympathized so greatly. Tilting up into the touch–hazel searched vibrantly beautiful green. “Yeah. Something happened. I,” a kiss to Barry’s cheek, “First. You promise you’ll come to me if work gets too much. Please? You won’t keep it inside?”
Barry couldn’t get any cuter. Watching him work through the question Blaine knew was on the tip of his tongue–he had to wonder if this was how he looked the many times Barry was the one that made him stutter through a reply to a veiled hint as to what his opinions on their status might be. The poor guy looked like he was going to end up tongue-tied if he kept overthinking the situation. On the other hand? Blaine couldn’t blame him. His track record might not be as full of tragedy as Barry’s was but he had his own experiences that made him hesitant on jumping into anything headfirst without and making sure he was doing it right this time. “Just to make things clear? Is that a two part question where you’re asking me out on another date or if I want to be your boyfriend-boyfriend? Because we’ve had our fair share of dates. I think? I mean–those were dates. Yeah?” Was he cruel that he didn’t give him a solid answer? He just wanted to make sure Barry wasn’t freaking himself out because he felt like he needed to say something. All Blaine wanted was for Barry to make it clear what he wanted.
Barry had been gone for a while, busy with being the Flash, and his work as a CSI. And among all that mess, he was missing a certain someone. A someone he currently couldn’t wait to be close to again. How sappy was that? Although he didn’t care, he liked Blaine too much to fret over such silly little things. The speedster pressed him against the wall, he wanted Blaine to FEEL how much he missed him. Pressing soft kisses up his neck, and lightly nipping as he went– finally reaching those soft lips. “You have too much clothes, we need to fix that,” another kiss, more demanding, wanting, “I WANT you, right now,” he uttered with a sigh, and a slow roll of his hips. “Blaine–”
There is missing someone and then there is what it evolves into. You notice the house is too quiet. Every sound that happens is magnified. There’s a coldness in the air that you can’t chase away. Soon–it’s in your stomach. The clock becomes your worst enemy and you realize. Damn it you’ve got it bad for someone if it’s come to this. Worse–or is it better–than he thought? Pressed against the wall like he was? Blaine struggled to remember that five minutes ago–he was wishing Barry would walk through the door already. Teeth and lips on his skin and his hand cupped Barry’s cheek–the other pushed through his hair to make a loose fistful–as he sent groans and hitches of breath towards the ceiling. Breath ghosts over his lips and pulls him in. Their mouths connect and Barry’s right. “Too many clothes. They need to go,” he whispers in a shaken huff before the kiss sent him reeling and kept him that way through the rapid nod that hit his head against the wall. Not that he noticed with Barry’s hips pressed to his and his name being said in a way that made him moan. “Off. Take them off. Can’t reach. Help?”
He saw that cringe. Oh, he knew how bad those pictures were, but he was basically desensitized from it. There were some cases that would get to him still, things that made him wonder why people do these type of things to each other. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to know what I was working on,” he lightly teased. Arms settling around Blaine’s waist, pulling him closer as he arched a brow. “You went to three different high schools? How come?” There’s got to be a story behind that.
“Remind me to never wonder that again,” he crinkled his nose as he fit his back more firmly against Barry’s chest enjoying how close they were. “I’ll take stories you tell me and try to leave the visuals to you. I don’t know how you take seeing that. I admire you for being able to.” Ah, he knew the question would come. Blaine gently rested both of his hands over Barry’s arm and nuzzled into his neck. “Okay. Well. My first one was supposedly a great public school. The best in Westerville. I think it was? Bottom line–it was till Ohio and me being me?” He held his breath and squirmed around enough that he could tilt his head back and peek up at Barry only seeing his jaw and cheek from the angle but it was enough. Not wanting to ruin Barry’s mood because of his past–he searched that pale, freckled skin he could see before giving possibly one of the briefest, huh? explanations of why he transferred schools the first time. Not on purpose. It just came out that way. “Didn’t work out there the way everyone else would’ve liked to pretend it did.”
Blaine knew this question would come sooner or later. Honestly, he was hoping it would have been a lot sooner than now but they both had their baggage and dancing around the subject while enjoying each other’s company exclusively seemed to be their way of saying they were together without saying they were together. Either one of them were bound to ask when their resolve to keep things unlabeled just seemed silly or–what Blaine feared most–frustrating. He just didn’t expect it tonight and he thought he’d be the one to break first. Smiling gently–Blaine scooted across the couch until he was on Barry’s lap, facing him while sitting comfortably near his knees. Enough distance that he could look him eye to eye, bite his lip and watch him carefully for a beat or two but still feel as close to him as he needed to be. Tip toeing towards the edge of his reply–Blaine swallowed past the knee jerk reaction of nervousness creeping in to make him wonder if Barry was only doing this for his benefit when Barry might still have his reservations. No. They wanted this. And that’s all Blaine would let himself think. Deflating from his momentary kick of nerves–the shorter of the pair nodded and his grin was uneven. Happy and relieved all at once. “Yeah. I-I think it’d be very cool. What do you think?”
Barry continued to be in the way, honestly he could just let him on his way, it wasn’t that big of a deal. The speedster offered a smile this time, taking another step closer while the other moved away. He hardly thought he was intimidating, he was once described as a puppy, and as that one deer bambi. So. He’s not that scary. “I was just in the middle of something, that’s all,” he supplied, shrugging his shoulders. “Relax, you’re acting as if something bad’s going to happen. As for what I want, that’s a pretty broad question, considering I seriously want a lot of a things.” A pause, and a soft chuckle. “So Blaine, since you happened to bump into this, you’re going to help me.”
“I don’t know how you can expect me to relax considering you just blocked me in here but..” Okay. Sure. He was curious as to why this guy was suddenly thinking he was going to help him with whatever he was up to. Barry didn’t look like he needed any assistance that would require stepping up to help him in anyway. And on top of that? Not being asked for help and rather being told he was going to help didn’t draw out the usual attitude of the shorter of the pair who would have probably easily agreed if he was approached differently. You know? Less creeper-ish. Still. Curiouser and curiouser–as they say. Squeezing the inside bends of his elbows–Blaine offered a quick, small smile and squinted bewilderedly. “What did I accidentally happen to bump into that am I going to help you with? If you don’t mind me asking.”
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