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Who: compulsivetwin, blainewanderson, anyone else we want to invite
What: So, Sierra tells Hunter about a Warbler tradition: Prohibition Party. It's an underground party where the Warblers drink and do naughty things. Of course Hunter has to throw one.
Where: The warehouse that the Warblers sang "Animal" at during Sexy.Invitations were handwritten on black paper in red font ( Read more... )
What: So, Sierra tells Hunter about a Warbler tradition: Prohibition Party. It's an underground party where the Warblers drink and do naughty things. Of course Hunter has to throw one.
Where: The warehouse that the Warblers sang "Animal" at during Sexy.Invitations were handwritten on black paper in red font ( Read more... )
Blaine couldn't help but look at Hunter again as Sebastian moved to kiss his neck, without asking, or without invitation. He wasn't sure he liked it, he had no feelings for him beyond a vague sort of friendship, so there were no fireworks, no heady sense of desire.
But catching Hunter's eyes, that made a thrill in the pit of his stomach, despite the anger there, and he knew he was already well down the path he said he wouldn't tread. He pulled himself out of Sebastian's arms, politely saying he'd be back later, and that he should check on his sister before walking away. He didn't see her but a quick text to her and one back that she was fine was all he required, and he returned to his original mission, find Hunter.
He searched the warehouse where people were congregating, the bar, the couches, almost stepping on several couples that had already decided a party of two was better than any other kind. A Crawford girl kindly offered up that she had thought he had left, and Blaine nodded in confusion, but went out to see if his car was there anyway. He almost bumped into Hunter in his haste, holding the door for a few late arriving guests. "Oh, you're here. You didn't leave. Someone said you left," he offered lamely, it didn't explain why he was rushing out the door in any event.
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Why did Blaine have to do that? Not just the dancing, but more than that. Why did he have to get under his skin like he had. It bothered him. He liked things being a certain way. He was from a military school and a strict family. Hell, his socks drawer was organized by color. And then there was Blaine. Blaine, who took what he thought was truth and shook him all the way down to his rolled socks.
"I... I needed some air." He looked at Blaine, eyeing him up and down. "So quick to end your dance? Looked like you two were getting on very well." Shaking his head, Hunter turned and walked away from the door to the warehouse. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he needed some privacy. Somewhere that he could think that others couldn't interrupt him. If Blaine wanted to follow, he wouldn't object.
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"It was just a dance, I was just... it was just a dance," Blaine offered, not wanting to admit he was trying to make him jealous because that sounded ridiculous. "Mending fences. I hope that Sebastian and I can find a way to be friends, of sorts. I don't want to leave so many broken relationships after I leave Ohio for good. It's bad karma, or something."
His breath blew like plumes into the air, goosebumps rising on his arms, it was really too cold to be outside without a warm jacket. A suit-coat wasn't going to cut it for long. "Are you alright? I hope you aren't getting sick," he asked in concern, turning the conversation away from Sebastian. "I will come every day with tea if you do get sick though, I promise. You might be able to get me to make you scones if you ask nicely," Blaine added in a convivial tone, trying to get them back to friendly together again, they seemed to be at odds now and he wasn't entirely sure why, but he hoped against hope that it wasn't that Hunter guessed at his ill-fated crush and was appalled by it.
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Another shiver ran through him. Was it the cold or the proximity to Blaine, he wasn't sure. "I don't believe in karma," he hissed. "A person makes their own karma. They set their own path. You control your destiny. A weak person will chalk something up to karma. A strong person will see what he wants and go after it."
"How will you come visit me if you're in New York?" Looking up, he finally realized where he was and took note of his surroundings. Blinded by his anger, he'd led Blaine around to the back of the warehouse. Nobody would find them out here. Not unless they were actively searching for them. He sighed, pushing Blaine off of his arm and leaning back against the wall. In truth, he didn't even think Blaine had a crush on him. He thought Blaine was interested in Sebastian. And really, what shot did he have with the other man? He'd already told him he wasn't bi-curious.
"Why Sebastian," he growled out. "The man is a slut. You could do so much better, Blaine. You deserve better. Sebastian doesn't know what he wants." In fairness, neither did he. "To let someone like him put his hands on you. To touch you like that..." His eyes closed and he reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose.
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"Uh, okay, karma bad, got it. Sorry. I was just making an idle comment. I don't seem very good at making my own destiny, I seem very good at messing things up, no matter what I do, or what my intentions are. You and my Dad would get along great though. He's all about grabbing life by the balls and castrating it."
"...I'm going to New York in May, that leaves me lots of time to visit you now. And that depends where I get in too. I applied to several schools, some in California, Massachusetts, it's a waiting game now," he said in confusion, not even sure why Hunter would even want to talk to him after he graduated anyway. He assumed this was a temporary thing, cheering on the Warblers hopefully to a Nationals victory, then what else did they really have between them?
Sebastian. Again. Blaine sighed, shaking his head. "Jesus, Hunter. Fuck Sebastian, okay? Fuck him. I don't want him. I don't love him. I don't want to be his boyfriend or fuck toy or whatever, alright? I just wanted to be civil and nice and... I wanted you to ask me to dance, instead. Alright? Are you happy now? Fine, I admit it. I wanted you to hold me on the dance-floor and whisper in my ear and kiss my neck and make me shiver all over. Yep. I'm a sucker for punishment, and I fell for the straight guy. I win. Loser of the year!" he shouted out, gesturing with his hands in the air, glad no one was around to witness this display.
He turned on his heels. "Now I really need a punch, damn-it. Sierra can drive home," Blaine muttered to himself, intent on getting back inside.
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Still, none of that mattered. Hunter's eyes widened at the confession. His head whipped up fast and he stared at Blaine, mouth agape. Blaine thought about him too? His mind worked fast, trying to wrap around the thoughts it was processing. Hearing what Blaine wanted him to do was rapidly having an effect on him. Something he was having trouble ignoring.
"Blaine, you're not a loser." As he watched Blaine walk away, he was shouting at himself mentally. Don't let him storm off! Reaching out, he grabbed Blaine by the arm and whirled him back into his arms. "Wait..." This was wrong. He knew it was wrong and he knew he should stop himself. He should, but he didn't. Tugging Blaine by the arm, he pulled the man over to the warehouse wall and pinned him there. "Blaine..."
There was a pained look in his eyes. And then he was kissing Blaine. Strong arms wound around him as he did something he'd been thinking about since he programmed his number in Blaine's phone.
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Blaine made a small whimpering noise against Hunter's mouth, a moment of stiffness in his arms, scared, unsure, but then his fingers wound into Hunter's hair and he kissed him back, giving into the desires and feelings that had run rampant through him since their non-date. He pressed his body against him tightly, not even caring now that it was cold, or the wall hard, he just wanted to keep being kissed, teasing his tongue against the other boy's, a murmur of desire, the briefest inhale of breath before diving in again, eyes closed, basking in the moment, the reality of his dream.
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Groaning lightly into the kiss, he had no problem pinning Blaine against the wall and keeping him trapped there. It may have been cold outside, but he felt warm in the other man's embrace. Soft lips pressed against Blaine's and one hand moved down to his hip, holding him firmly there. He didn't think. If he did, he might have stopped himself. Instead, he let his body just react, sucking on Blaine's tongue and wanting just to lose himself in that moment.
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Blaine let his fingers trail along Hunter's neck, over the pulse point above his collar, caressing, pressing harder against his body as he felt his hand on his hip, flooded with want, kissing him like his life depended on it, feverish. He couldn't think, he couldn't do anything but submit, never, ever wanting him to stop.
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And right now, he was living very well. "Blaine," he hissed into the kiss, pulling back only when he needed to breathe. He stared into the other man's eyes, panting slightly. His lips were red from kissing Blaine, his hair mussed up a little. What was he doing? He didn't even know. Part of it was anger. He didn't want Sebastian laying one finger on Blaine.
"Not. A. Loser," he growled out, before claiming the man's lips in another fiery, passionate kiss.
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He breathed out to respond, to make a jest that he was convinced, and if he ever had confidence issues again he'd know who to come to, immediately, but he was being kissed more, and it was doing all sorts of crazy things to his heart, making it beat erratically, and so hard he could hear it in his ears.
Blaine let his fingers trail down over Hunter's vest, wanting to pull at the buttons, but not quite daring, settling for sliding them down where his vest met his shirt, just to be closer to touching his bare skin, exploring his warm mouth avidly.
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"Ah, fuck it." Leaning down, he kissed Blaine again, hard. One hand moved to Blaine's suit, tugging the shirt out of his trousers and slipping his hand beneath. The skin felt warm, only causing to take away more of the cold. One hand drifted up to a nipple and he tweaked it with his thumb.
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But it didn't matter a second later, he was being kissed again, and God, Hunter's hands on his skin felt amazing, and he gasped against his mouth as his nipples hardened under his touch, thrusting his hips forward, already very turned on, aching with desire. Blaine wantonly let his free hand drop, gliding over the front of Hunter's expensive trousers, pressing, needing to know if he wanted this as badly.
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He knew he had to say something. He wanted to say something, but all he could do was react. It was like thinking just wasn't an option. His hands explored Blaine's chest, rubbing and tweaking with his fingertips while he kissed Blaine, something deep and passionate. Soon, they would have to move forward or stop.
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He pushed his cupped palm against him all the harder, rubbing as he let his other hand work the buttons he wanted undone, faster than he thought he could have managed, but lust driven desire had made his fingers nimble, and he had Hunter's vest and shirt mostly undone in a minute as he slid his fingertips along his chest. A shiver ran through him, moreso about the boy than the weather, but the wind was cruel, and it was a cold night, his toes getting numb in his wingtips.
He broke their kiss, just barely, only enough to whisper. "We should stop. Go inside," Blaine said, then shook his head slightly. "Not stop stop, just find somewhere warmer, I don't want to stop... if you don't."
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"We should, but where?" He wasn't wrong. The cold was starting to make his feet numb and his ears hurt. In the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of guilt. He had stopped Sierra earlier. Now, he was here, going even further. Could he do it or should he stop?
"Fuck, Blaine..." He pulled back to stare in his eyes, finally taking a minute to think. "I know that I shouldn't feel... I... I don't want to stop." He sighed, one hand reaching up to cup Blaine's cheek. "But in there, it isn't really private."
Hunter bit his lip, his hand slowly rubbing up and down Blaine's length with his palm. He could feel how hard Blaine was, just as hard as Blaine could feel in him. He really didn't know how much longer he could wait. "My room..." He didn't even know where to begin. Could Sierra get a ride without him. Could he keep this secret from her? He had no right to ask, but he thought it. "Let's sneak away. Just us. Please?"
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