trigger – pianokeysandbowties

barry.

He knew some people found his line of work to be… it was hard to stomach. And the speedster understood that, there were moments when his day job could get to him more than his work as the Flash. Sometimes the two would over like, and it would make him feel like he’d drowning–losing his footing. With time came a a sort of balance. Work as a CSI was not glamorous, and it would never be. “It does get hard, I won’t lie, there are some cases that can dig under my skin,” he admitted, moving to press a soft kiss to his lips. “But this is my job, I started doing this to find out the truth about my mother’s murder. And it’s why I keep doing it. To find the truth, and provide answers,” he knew it was hard to understand. But that was okay, he didn’t explain to completely comprehend it. Now he was far too curious, he wanted to know what happened, and it seemed like Blaine might be willing to share. Although if Barry notices that it bothers him, the speedster would probably stop him. Barry found himself smiling at the other’s condition for telling him. He briefly nuzzles his neck, humming softly; “I can’t promise anything, but I will try to come to you first– if things ever do get bad.”

“I know it gets hard,” Blaine tried to reassure him by capturing the CSI’s hand in both of his and grazing each side of his thumbs back and forth over the pale skin underneath their olive toned edges. “Just know that I’m here for you, okay? No matter what.” Barry’s nightmares weren’t all because of his past. Blaine knew that. Even though the other was doing his best to not make Blaine worry by using that reason on repeat–he couldn’t fully believe that nothing Barry dealt with on a day to day basis wasn’t a cause, too. Or–at least a twist of the handle that opened up the nightmares lurking behind the door to Barry’s childhood. For now–he’d let it be. Drawing in a slow breath, Blaine rested his cheek against the edge of Barry’s shoulder and shrugged both of his. “You know the worst part? My story isn’t far from hundreds of other kids’ stories from Everywhere, USA and beyond. I’m not saying mine is any worse or better. Just..something that never should have to be anything anyone has to face and that there are still kids out there forced to.”

A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip and he feigned a smile.

“It was a long time ago, okay? Remember that. Because I do,” he trailed off for a beat or two and then picked back up, “I switched schools because what didn’t work out at my old school was me being gay. It was Ohio and a pretty small place. I didn’t hide it. Not after my Dad found out and eventually it got around the whole school. When a particular crowd of boys found out about it? You sure you’re okay hearing this? I don’t want to upset you,” pausing to dart a glance up–Blaine paused to give Barry a measuring squint unsure if he wanted him to continue or not.

sebastian.

sebastian slept soundly through the night. better than he honestly had in months if he was being honest. blaine’s voice soothed him towards his dreams and even against his will, his battered body couldn’t help but relax completely under the spell of it.

the doctors had said he’d been lucky. as though there was anything lucky about a near punctured lung, three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and scrapped skin all over. he supposed in some sadist way, he was. it could have been worse. he had to at least appreciate the irony of his drunk driving not being the problem. he’d caught a cab, exactly so he’d be safe, as lydia kept telling him to be, and then his damn driver had decided to lose control and drive them straight to a street light post.

the driver, having been wearing his seat belt, was mostly fine. but sebastian had few face first into and straight through the wind shield. he remembered that. what he DIDN’T remember was the rest of it. not all at once, at least. there were bits and pieces. juggled memories. flashes of blaine’s honeyed eyes on him, and gloved hands grabbing his skin on places that HURT.

all that were confused thoughts in his head, as he laid, semi-awake, slowly gaining consciousness. it took him quite a few minutes to be able to even blink his eyes open. when he did, he glanced down at the pressure that was making his hand numb, only to find blaine’s face on it. sebastian moved it slowly, wincing at the pain, and the burns on his face when he flinched, sighing as his movement seemed to waken the other. he licked his lips as his eyes met blaine’s, and among everything he wanted to say, six words blurted out, instead.

❝does he know you’re here?’

Somehow during the night Blaine managed to shift himself around on the chair enough that with his shoes kicked off and his legs curled up underneath himself–he was able to rest his head down against the top of his hand and doze lightly. If Sebastian so much as moved–he’d snap awake. Or so he thought. In reality–once he finally closed his eyes? Sleep hit him like a ton of bricks and he didn’t notice anything about the uncomfortable chair or the sterile smell of the hospital he hated. Or the nurse checking in once then leaving them both be.

A few hours went by–maybe less? The flinch was enough to finally draw his eyes open. His head stayed put for a second–tilting just enough that he could look up at Sebastian and meet his eyes. God, his back was going to hate him when he righted himself. But Sebastian was far worse for wear than a grumpy spine and not much sleep.

Was it possible to feel worry and relief together? Because seeing Sebastian looking down at him–awake, save and alive filled him with a sense of one. While seeing how hurt he was and the memories that flooded in after it–panic, sheer panic when he realized who he was helping, Blaine was terrified–brought on the other. –He’s okay. That’s the point. He’s okay..–

Blaine knew exactly who that question was about and why Sebastian asked it. He just didn’t expect it to be the first thing to be said. Lifting his head and letting one leg shift to rest the back of his knee over the side of the opposite foot so it could hang over the chair–Blaine squirmed upright and settled into the corner of the chair. “Y-Yeah. He knows. He wanted to come down here but I told him not to.” Why and the rest could stay unspoken.

“I’m not going anywhere either. Don’t ask me to.”