Even if there had been a part of Barry that would have wanted to ditch movie-night, any intentions of leaving would have immediately evaporated the second he saw himself caught in Blaine’s grip. Unsurprisingly, like everything else about him, his touch transmitted a warm sense of comfort that nobody, no matter how heartless, would ever bring themselves up to abandoning. In fact, such was the amenity and smugness that the speedster was actually drawn closer to him, setting his own glass of wine aside so he could shift more easily, significantly shortening the gap of space left between them. “Well, what if… I told you how much I’ve humiliatingly missed you too?” The amusement in his features had diminished significantly, because every joke was set aside when it came to communicating how he felt. He had spent most of his life being scared of his own feelings and it had gotten him nowhere, just like he had been warned by virtually everyone close to him. He was determined to give connecting with them a shot instead, and now that he was getting to know someone as special as Blaine was, the timing seemed perfect.
“And walking out any other time, that would be acceptable to you?” the forensic scientist teased, reaching over for the remote so he could select the title they had implicitly agreed on, if only to silently indicate that he would only leave when Blaine so requested. He wanted to believe that the only way in which how his arm nudged forward so it would end up properly cradling the other’s head would have been more subtle was if it had actually been an unintentional consequence of his leaning forward to reach for his glass of wine. Nevertheless, he thought it sensible to mask the gesture in an unrelated action, grant Blaine the chance to move his head without feeling like he was directly rejecting an advance. Of course he would have been perfectly entitled to do that as well, but at least this way Barry would know for sure he at least wouldn’t be guilting Blaine into keeping that position.
Hearing he was missed just as humiliatingly bad made Blaine pause any sort of teasing he might’ve been using to cover up trying to get his feelings on the table without making things awkward should the depth be embarrassingly one-sided. His nose scrunched like he was waiting for some sort of punchline to follow. A laugh. Anything to cheese up the moment but it didn’t happen. Barry looked serious. Blaine looked like he was caught between did that just happen and say that one more time. Sure he had his hopes, even his suspicions, but he’d been trying to do this best to play things on the cautious side of whatever kind of turn out this..er..whatever they were doing here might end up being. That same spark of hope brought a glint of light in his eyes that the taunting didn’t quite ignite. His expression read ‘really?’ before he curled his fingertips against Barry’s leg and gave it a gentle squeeze to say thanks and me too. Wait! They were talking. Right, right. Wow! Okay. Things got a little dizzily lightheaded there for a second. Something about Singing In The Rain and remotes and–Blaine’s eyebrows crinkled towards one another and his smile was lopsided, still struck moments later by humiliatingly missed you too to recover completely. The stupefied grin said it was in the best sort of way possible.
Ah! Good! Back to teasing. Before he ended up tongue-tied and saying something silly. Gasping as he reached his free arm up and poked the tip of Barry’s nose, Blaine smirked and rolled his eyes. “No. Don’t even think about leaving. Period.” He moved easily with the nudge, letting Barry situate the both of them as he saw fit. Cause he’d be hard pressed to complain about any sort of cuddling action. Since when, ever, has he shied away from that? Never. Not in a million years. Looking up at him from his angle brought another dumb smile across his lips. “I don’t think I could ever get sick of this. So..,” hazel eyes squinted measuringly, “Would you stay the night if I asked?” His tongue caught the swell of his bottom lip and dragged it between his teeth. Yeah, he went there. Oh boy. He went there.
siping
(verb) An untranslatable Filipino word, siping is described as the tender act of lying beside someone.
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