“I guess it’s not,” he agreed, it would just lead to more– interesting activities after all. “I don’t know, how about high school? We don’t really talk much about this stuff, and I have a feeling if I talk about my crime scenes or the things I do as the Flash. You’ll either be fascinated or horrified, remember those photos?”
Blaine’s cringed as soon as Barry brought up the pictures he could never unsee after accidentally noticing them one night when he walked in on Barry trying to finish working on a case. “Yeah. Let’s not talk about those,” he buried his face into the crook of the other’s neck. Or so much for any of those interesting activities happening if he had crime scene photos stuck in his head. “Okay.. High School. I went to three separate ones. Have I ever told you that?“
Barry could tell he was confused, not scared though, which he found himself pouting childishly at. Oh well. It’s not like he was intimidating to look at, Barry knew this, and that was fine. It was something that more often than not, led to many people to underestimate him. There’s a slightly over dramatic sigh that leaves his lips, head cocked to the side as he rolled his eyes. The guy had to get to class, of all things to say, for real? “See, I could just do that, but I don’t really feel like it, I’m sure you can understand,” he took a step closer, “Right?
Blaine subconsciously mirrored the other’s head tilt as confusion bled over into something else at the eyeroll. A mild annoyance of not knowing why Barry wasn’t going to let him leave the room. What was this guy’s deal? For some reason–maybe instinct–even in the glint of frustration that pressed Blaine’s lips together into a thin line, a rush of adrenaline seeped into his veins as Barry stepped closer and Blaine tuned into the tone of Barry’s voice. “No, I don’t understand.” Why was he looking at him like that? In spite of wanting to keep his ground–Blaine took a tip toe to heel step backwards to keep the distance between them. “What do you want?”
“Well aren’t you both UNLUCKY and CUTE,” he steps closer, and blocks his exit. “Sorry, but I can’t exactly let you get away, at least not till I’ve done what I came here to do.”
Cute is sort of drowned out by unlucky as his exit is blocked putting Blaine’s retreat from the strange behaving man to an abrupt stop. His gaze switches from Barry to the door then back. He forces himself to swallow, stand straighter. But he’s confused as hell and it shows in his twitching fingers at his side and burrowed brows. “I’m not sure I get what you’re talking about,” nor did he want to, “but if you’ll excuse me? I have class to get to.” –Please?–
After their previous conversation where he told Barry the depth of his feelings–he’d put himself out on the line in hopes of hearing Barry felt the same way–Blaine was hesitant to bring up the topic again. Sure–in a roundabout way–Barry said he did. But ever since that night Barry’s roundabout way sealed Blaine’s lips on pushing what they were and who they were to each other. Now, with it being brought up by Barry and Blaine hinging on what he might say next? He couldn’t help holding his breath and wondering. Because hoping might be setting himself up for a fall and Barry for yet another awkward situation where Blaine said too much.
“Oh.. Comfortable? Why wouldn’t I be comfortable,” came his soft, breathless whisper as his eyes pinched at their corners and he swallowed deep. “Um. More than friends. I’d hope so. I mean. I don’t do the things we do with friends,” his bottom lip drew to the side as he bit the corner and shrugged. “I like your kind of messy. Your messy seems to match how messy I can be from time to time. Maybe we cancel each other out? Who knows..?.”
Blaine’s eyebrows inched higher and higher the longer Barry drank. The speedster had him beyond curious and he wished he would just come out with his question. Then wanted to take back that wish as soon as Barry spoke up. After licking his lips to buy a thoughtful moment–Blaine squinted and cocked his head to the side. “I think that would depend on what you think, Barry.. What are we?”
“I’m beginning to think that the excuse of you running so fast your clothes fell off is to cover up the fact that you not-so-secretively enjoy seeing what reaction you’ll get each time you sneak in here and your clothes end up on my floor before naked you ends up between my sheets.”
The speedster stretched out lazily, “You know, you never mention anything from your school, I’m totally curious by the way.” Barry rolled over to lay on his stomach, and nudged Blaine with his foot. “Talk or I’ll vibrate again,” he yawned. He plays dirty.
Blaine didn’t feel like moving so he gave a grunt of protest when Barry rolled over but let the man finally lay on his stomach in spite of his grumbles as the bed jostled. “You want to know about my school,” he bit the corner of his grin and returned the foot nudge. “That’s not exactly a threat but–okay. What are you most curious about, I guess?”
“Long enough for the bottle of break at the worst time,” Blaine couldn’t meet Barry’s gaze anymore and settled for meticulously picking at the sofa cushion. If he wasn’t careful? He’d tear a hole in it before long with how badly he was battering the poor thing. “Months? Months, I guess. I mean–what am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what we are.” And it was true. When it came to Barry? He couldn’t tell where they were heading and most times it didn’t bother him because having Barry around in whatever capacity was enough. Until lately. Lately? He found himself holding things back. Feelings, words, himself. Because lately has now become separated into two parts. The parts of his day/night/whenever that had Barry in it and the parts that didn’t.
Those parts were always darker. Because he missed him.
“I mean–what am I supposed to say? Hey. I have no idea what is going on with us but I’m in love with youand even if you can’t love me back? That’s okay because I need you to know how I feel before I lose my—-oh God,” catching up to what he just said Blaine blinked and stared wide eyed up into the colors of green that were now all the shades he loved most. “Sorry–I–um. Sorry.” What did he just admit to? Most importantly? How long was it going to be before he was told what he already knew? That he just made a big mistake.
@ofscarllet said: “it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Why did he agree to company with the mood he was in? Blaine used to consider himself as someone who was the living embodiment of wears his heart on his sleeve and he still is. Mostly. He can’t see himself not being that when it comes to matters of what his friends were going through. Or what he feels for them. His passions are even there for all the world to see. But? Everyone has their own issues. Everyone’s dealing with life and doing their best to keep their head above water lately. And if he was the one who could barely tread well enough to keep from sinking? No one needed his problems. It was hard to pinpoint a time where he started to be like this. Again. Broadcast one thing while feeling like the other. That lapse of holding things in might’ve been his downfall today. One concerned look from Barry and he was shaking. One touch and there were tears in his eyes. Tossing his hands up defensively to hide behind–Blaine tucked his chin down into his collar and blurted without pausing for air, “I’m sorry. Maybe you should go. It’s only a bad day. It’ll pass. I just need to get my head on right.”
Right now wasn’t the time for such things. Barry had learnt the hard way to cherish the moments he had with people, especially those he cared deeply for. While he might be hard to get rid of, and had the knack of just bouncing back. Not everyone did. So he’ll push his negative feelings aside, it was pointless, and he’d rather enjoy it. Forget, forget, and let go. There’s more laughter that leaves him, looking up with a grin. “You seriously just compared yourself to lint, I hope you know that,” he teased, that grin growing wider. Although, he was rather accurate, Blaine was firmly seated, and wasn’t going to be leaving. Nor was Barry going to make the effort to push him off. As if, ha! Instead, his own eyes had that mischievous glint in them. “Good, because I was going to let you leave anyway,” he uttered, moving a little to nip at his lower lip. Before capturing those soft lips with his own, humming a bit as one of his hands settled on the small of his back. The other nestled in that hair, that he knew was soft, and sometimes wished Blaine would use less gel. He really liked those soft curls.
“I did and I’m not taking it back either. Actually? I’m fine with embracing my lintdom and accepting who I am. So? Deal with it,” he grinned and teased back twice as hard. But– lintdom? What is that even? Blaine had little to no time to think on his latest what the heck? before there was a bite to his bottom lip that had caused a hiss of breath to cut off his ability to speak–or think–coherently. Barry took advantage of a well known weakness. But before he could point that out–there were lips covering his and muffling a pitched groan that tumbled out of his mouth and fell into Barry’s. Blaine’s calves tightened around the small of his back and his hands cupped and stroked freckled cheeks. Fingers in his hair caused his eyelids to flutter black lashes over a pair of rolling back eyes. Definitely not fair at all. Not that he was complaining. Pulling back, half opened eyes peeked open to sneak a glimpse of a wet, open mouth before he upped the ante and bit into Barry’s bottom lip only to soothe the sting away with a sweep of his tongue. “Two can play at that game, Mister Allen.” His voice was lower and barely above a whisper before he merely pecked his lips and grinned daringly. Another quick peck turned into a peppering of kisses. How long would Barry be able to stand it was the name of said game. Let’s see–shall we?
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