Tag: p: hunter

“I know,” Blaine whispered back stealing a moment to give Hunter an encouraging smile before the other’s head comes to rest on his shoulders.  It’s a small gesture.  One that a lot of people might overlook because it was such an easy thing for most to do.  To find comfort in letting someone take the wheel and drive for a minute by simply resting your head and letting them support your weight.  But to Blaine?  He wasn’t sure he’d ever get to do something like this with Hunter.  Now that the months have gone by where he was Hunter’s and Hunter was his?  Small joys like this were cherished beyond words.  Though concern fills his features and a wary set of eyes glance down at the hand on his thigh then towards the clip of Hunter’s shoulder he can see from this angle.  

“Drastic measures?  Howso?  What do you think you need to do?  You know I’m here for you.  No matter what.”  Both sets of fingers immediately buried themselves into Hunter’s hair the moment his head lowered to his lap, Blaine’s head tilted.  “I’d love to stay.  I’ll always stay.  The breakfast is just extra.  Just tell me what’s on your mind.  Okay?”

@multimemoirs ; continued from here.

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Please stay. He didn’t speak for a moment, but the way Blaine spoke – he didn’t hesitate and for a spell Hunter was worried he’d missed the tone and intent of Hunter’s words. Staying meant more, more meant commitment, committment meant publicity. What had been just theirs, their own world, private and secretive would be realized in new ways if he stayed and it was imperative that Blaine understood that. Though in the words that followed, Hunter knew. I’d never want you to leave again. He’d grown to care for Blaine. He loved the way Blaine wore his vulnerability with such pride, it was brave, so much braver than Hunter wished to be. Courage that had turned Hunter’s attention towards the shorter from the moment they’d met. 

Hunter’s lips parted, searching for appropriate words to express the conflicting and overwhelming thoughts that were crowding his mind in the moment. He was and would never truly be good enough for Blaine Anderson. He could be good to him, maybe even good for him, and he believed he was already succeeding on that front, but he wasn’t everything Blaine deserved and it gave him pause before his acceptance. If Blaine wanted him, who was he to deny him of that? And it wasn’t just Blaine who craved more, who wanted and sometimes felt that he needed to prolong their time together, Hunter just believed they fit. As odd a pairing as they were. As different as they were. Perhaps that was the reason why. Two halves of some unspoken whole. “Blaine…” Hunter’s voice was quiet, unsure of it’s own presences as it left his lips and he kissed Blaine again.

“I’ll stay.” He nodded, a hand moving to cup Blaine’s face, staring back at him intently and letting out a sigh, “You know this changes everything, right?” He whispered, gentle but firm, as was a normal tone to take with Blaine in the dynamics they had, though their current body language was so much different than any position they’d put themselves in before. Hunter felt more vulnerable than he had in a very long time, and for once he felt comfort in it. Because with Blaine he could be vulnerable. “Of course, I’ll stay.”

Blaine found out the texture of the blanket he was currently plucking apart between his fingers was a terrible distraction from the nervous tension he felt twisting his stomach in knots as Hunter remained silent.  He was going to leave.  Wasn’t he?  An excuse would come and they would part ways only to see one another in a more neutral setting..until they ended up here again.  Trying to twist their dynamic into something it wasn’t was foolish.  One night together could change everything. Please don’t let me continue being the only one ready for that.  Keeping his heart in a cage wasn’t something Blaine was ever going to be good at.  He’s tried and failed so many times.  Not only with Hunter either.  You’d think he’d learn his lesson by now.  Turns out..

A dry throat and not so dry eyes were the end result of his wait once he’d brought his hands back up to rest on Hunter’s shoulders.  One foot slid across the bed as his knee bent and he cradled Hunter in place.  Kisses were peppered, he hummed in spite of the tightness in his throat but the unsurety couldn’t be any more visible as his eyes darted back and forth over Hunter’s as though his deepest secrets were written deep inside them and if he wouldn’t talk?  Blaine could read them there if he tried hard enough.  Please?  He asked with a simple trickle of his fingertips over Hunter’s temple that shifted as he spread the lengths of his fingers apart and pushed them through strands of chestnut brown.  Dark eyebrows jerked up at the mention of his name but another kiss stole the ‘yes’ that was on the tip of his tongue. 

‘I’ll stay.’  

Everything would be different.  Blaine understood that.  Craved it.  Needed it to be.  “I don’t care how different it’s going to be as long as I can keep you.  We don’t have to talk about it outside these walls.  Let them think what they want to think.  We don’t have to say anything.”  It wasn’t him asking to come out with who and what they were to one another by waving flags and shouting it on the loudspeaker.  Or singing the dozen duets he could think of in two seconds he’d daydreamed performing together.  All he wanted was this.  The whisper and tone soothed him enough to speak his mind and he said what he had to say because he was smiling too wide to say much else than.. “Thank you  Thank you so much.”  Kisses fell to Hunter’s cheek and chin, the corner of his mouth as his arms wrapped around broad shoulders and pulled the other down fully intending to make the most out of the now hours they had left.

please stay. @sweetxner

Blaine’s heart felt like it might crumble to dust as he watched Hunter getting ready to leave.  His body was too tired, too melted into the sheets to barely move an inch and yet Hunter had the strength to get out of bed, gather his things together and begin to get dressed. They couldn’t be any more different in their positions.  For the most of the night their opposites were what made them whole.  Made them move together in ways that were perfectly suited to one another.  But now?  In the aftermath?  Blaine tilted his head against the pillow and grabbed a fistful of the sheet and blanket that were pooled near his waist and tugged it up his chest halfway before he whispered the plea that had been going through his mind faster and faster the closer Hunter became to being finished.  The closer he came to walking out the door.  

“Could you stay with me – just until i fall asleep?”  The question that could change everything.  Bring them to a level that, in spite of so many they’d reached that were beyond intimate and beyond any words that you could put to such a thing, they’d never dared trespass.  Blaine needed to.  Needed him to stay.  Plenty of times before, he needed that closeness and comfort to last throughout the night.  Never once did he have the nerve to voice it.  Tonight.  He had.  And now he cringed waiting for Hunter to explain to him why that couldn’t happen.  Why he was being foolish to think it could.  To think Hunter might want him beyond what they were when what they were was beyond anything Blaine could ever do without.  When he looked at it.  Maybe he wanted Hunter to need him as much as he needed him.  For that closeness to be so important that walking away would feel like walking on glass.

He had an careful repeat of his plea with reasoning behind it on the tip of his tongue.  Hunter’s initial reply made him dread that his worst fear was about to happen.  But then the bed was sagging and Hunter was climbing up over him, their eyes met and Hunter’s were soft.  That softness was what made Blaine belong to Him more than anything else.  “All day?  With you,” he grinned and hummed just as playfully, “Anyone who said that about you doesn’t know how to handle you.  That’s all.  I’ll cook us breakfast.  Lunch.  I’ll…give you more than a little fun.” His cheeks flushed with the promise.  Then his demeanor turned more gentle, more serious as he caught the real meaning behind Hunter’s questions and reached one hand up to cup his cheek and pull him back for another kiss, smiling at his favorite name right before their lips met.  “Yes. I’m very certain that is what I want.  If you’ll give it to me.  I promise.  I’d never want you to leave again.”  Another caress that swept into the hair above Hunter’s ear.  “Please..stay?”

hunter. @hunter-clarington

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“Oh? Were you?” He teased, pulling his husband closer and ducking his head to press a kiss to his lips, “I couldn’t tell. You hold your alcohol really well.” He added, his face serious but only for a split second before he grinned again and gave Blaine’s hip a squeeze. “And what, pray tell, were you drinking to last night without me?” He pouted, still playful in tone and intent, “I go out of town for one night and party all night without me, huh? Is that how it is, Mr. Anderson-Clarington?”

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“I was.  Very much.”  Blaine hummed as Hunter pulled him close enough that he could wrap his arms around his husband’s shoulders. Hunter ducked his head and in anticipation for the kiss that he saw written all over Hunter’s face coming at him?  His heels lifted and he met him halfway.  Expression serious or not?  They both knew him holding his liquor in any shape well as a lie.  The sound of almost laughter quipped into a hard swallow thanks to the squeeze.  A deep breath through his nose later, he mused right back.  “After performance dinner.  I guess we were drinking to a good show?  If you weren’t forced to leave because of work,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, “You would’ve been there.”  Squinting, he inched close and pressed a chaste, quick kiss to Hunter’s mouth. A tease and nothing more.  “All your fault you missed it.”

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Hunter was amused – to say the least. Blaine’s over apologetic expression when all 5’ 7" of him poured into the choir room was enough to tell Hunter he had him on the hook. He was flustered and off his game and Hunter couldn’t even blame him. However he couldn’t just let him go without reprimand when he was screwing up so much in front of the rest of the team. “Tighter turns, Anderson.” He called, counting out the tempo as he walked around the group and shook his head in disappointment as he neared Blaine, “Get it together.” He mumbled under his breath, his watchful eye staying with Blaine, today, as he often found, unable to tear his gaze from the newest Warbler and watching him with intrigue.

When Hunter finally dismissed the rehearsal he’d pulled Sebastian aside, speaking with his assistant captain in hushed tones, scolding him quietly before sending him off, watching him close the door behind him and giving an appreciative nod before he turned his attention to Blaine. “I don’t know how you ran this team. But I govern with a firm hand. I don’t allow for members that are tardy. That can’t keep up with choreography. That don’t regard my authority, for what it is. And that is: absolute. I express something, and that is final. You’re a Warbler under my leadership and I demand complete submission and respect. Understood?” His voice never wavered, sure, still and slow as he let words that sounded almost rehearsed fall from his lips with casual ease.

He let the new information settle, and truly in some ways he felt for the other. Blaine was used to being worshiped at Dalton, and he was adored, but Hunter’s aspirations didn’t allow for nepotism, they didn’t give out special exceptions, especially to someone he barely knew. Soon Blaine would understand – at least partially, though Hunter doubted anyone would ever comprehend the extent of pressure he felt was riding on his very broad shoulders. “Please tell me you understand, Blaine?:

Worriedly watching Sebastian, Blaine chewed against his bottom lip as he observed the exchange between the two.  There was going to be no way he wouldn’t screw his day up even further if he felt he needed to step in for Sebastian’s sake.  The taller boy did his best to reach out to him, to get him up to speed.  It was his fault that they hadn’t been able to connect yet.  He needed time to breathe, time to deflate and reacquaint himself with his surroundings.  Honestly, he’d brushed off the attempts with honest apologies and reasons why.  Though, now, it was obvious why Hunter was trying so hard before.  A mental note was made to make sure they met up before practice tomorrow so he could offer an apology and all the time Sebastian might need to make this right.

No sooner did the door click than Hunter ripped his attention from it, breaking his thoughts from the subject of Sebastian and snapping them directly to the Captain.  “I didn’t run this team,” he murmured under his breath, “We all did.”  But any amount of counterpoint to what he had being served to him ended abruptly when his mistakes were pointed out.  Blaine couldn’t remember a time when he felt his heart racing as fast as it was.  Nothing could compare to the flash of fire that blazed inside his gaze only to be battled back on his own accord with a drawn in breath that ensured his jawline wouldn’t clench so he’d keep his mouth shut.  He bit down on his tongue to make sure it stayed that way.

He couldn’t lose this chance.  Dalton and the Warblers were all he had left.  Just the thought of going through every day not being a part of them made him feel like he couldn’t breathe.  Complete submission?  You’ve got to be kidding..  Blaine never swallowed as many words as he did in the small pause he took while meeting Hunter’s eyes.  “I swore it won’t happen again and it won’t.”  The words tasted like he bit into the bitter pill of his relent, “I swore it won’t happen again and it won’t.”  Coming home wasn’t supposed to feel this way.  Not like he’d just bit into the bitter pill of his relent and was forced to chew it before he swallowed it.  “I..understand.”  There.  What else did he want?  The question was obvious with a barely there lift of Blaine’s eyebrow.

hunter.

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( text message. → blaine warbler ) I can make the time for this.
( text message. → blaine warbler ) Alright. I’ll see you then.
( text message. → blaine warbler ) Welcome home, Warbler.

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( mssg » hunter | sent ) I appreciate it.  That means a lot.
( mssg » hunter | sent ) I’ll be waiting in the cafe.
( mssg » hunter | sent ) Thank you, Hunter.

hunter.

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( text message. → blaine warbler ) Oh?
( text message. → blaine warbler ) I can meet you after classes for coffee? 
( text message. → blaine warbler ) Do you need me to come to you, or will you be in Westerville?

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( mssg » hunter | sent ) Yes.  If you have the time.
( mssg » hunter | sent ) Coffee sounds great.
( mssg » hunter | sent ) I’ll be in Westerville.  I can meet you at Dalton.