Collision
title: collision
author: sbeiste aka tangerine
rating: pg-13
characters/pairings: blaine/jesse
disclaimer: i don't own, blah blah
warning: slash, crackship, etc.
author notes: requested by colonelcool, and also because Blesse is my new addiction. CAN'T BE TAMED
summary: Heartbreak can bring us together.
"What do you say we have a movie night? Just me and you?"
Blaine nodded, then remembered that Jesse couldn't see him nodding over the phone so he said "Yes," in a somewhat rough voice. "Can you come now?" he asked, sounding about as pathetic as he felt.
"Sure."
Jesse stopped to pick up a tub of their favorite ice cream (cherry garcia) on the way.
"Honey, I'm home!" he sang out as he opened up the door. He smiled sadly as he spotted Blaine curled up on the couch with a blanket, staring blankly ahead at the television. "I got our favorite," he said, setting the ice cream down on the coffee table and going to the kitchen to get spoons. He set them on the table and set about picking up the used tissues that lay scattered about the living room. There was a sniff to the couch and Jesse took a closer look at Blaine. His eyes were red and puffy and his usually slick hair was falling onto his forehead in dark curls. Jesse nudged him to move his feet so he could sit down on the couch next to him and opened up the ice cream, handing him a spoon.
"What are we watching?" he asked. Blaine held up the DVD case to The Notebook and pressed play. Jesse nodded and settled in, grabbing a spoon and taking a bite of ice cream.
He knew Blaine wouldn't want to talk about it, in the same way Jesse didn't want to talk about it. It was enough that they were there together, that they weren't alone. Sometimes it was enough to just not be alone.
There was something about Blaine that made Jesse brave. Not brave in the way he always was, but brave enough to just let his guard down. To eat ice cream out of the tub like a slob or to lean on his friend or to cry at a sad movie. At one point Blaine handed him the box of tissues with a small smile and he took it with a soft nudge to the other boy's shoulder.
"I like your hair like this," he said, touching Blaine's soft hair lightly.
Blaine sniffed sadly, swallowing and looking away. "Kurt said I use too much gel," he said, his voice breaking, and Jesse set down the ice cream and pulled Blaine into his arms and Blaine unleashed a storm of tears into Jesse's shirt.
He rubbed Blaine's back, making calming shh noises and willing himself not to start crying again. Their situations mirrored each other's too closely. Both pining after the little bright stars they couldn't have.
They stayed there like that for what seemed like hours, until their tears subsided and their bodies relaxed into one another and Jesse felt too warm but he didn't want to move.
He felt soft lips on his neck, and for a minute he thought maybe he was imagining it until they moved noiselessly up his neck to that sweet spot just below his ear and he shuddered, closing his eyes. Which was a mistake, of course, because the next minute the lips were on his and they were tender and he could taste tears and he didn't tell his body to move but it moved on its own, pushing Blaine down onto his back, leaning over and deepening that little peck into a real kiss. His mind went blank as his heart beat hard and his fingers traced Blaine's side and his tongue traced Blaine's lip and elicited a soft moan from the boy beneath him.
That was all it took, really, before Jesse's shirt was off and he was pulling at Blaine's, lips smashing down, hips twitching against the other boy's, hands grasping for belt buckles and skin melting into hot skin.
author: sbeiste aka tangerine
rating: pg-13
characters/pairings: blaine/jesse
disclaimer: i don't own, blah blah
warning: slash, crackship, etc.
author notes: requested by colonelcool, and also because Blesse is my new addiction. CAN'T BE TAMED
summary: Heartbreak can bring us together.
"What do you say we have a movie night? Just me and you?"
Blaine nodded, then remembered that Jesse couldn't see him nodding over the phone so he said "Yes," in a somewhat rough voice. "Can you come now?" he asked, sounding about as pathetic as he felt.
"Sure."
Jesse stopped to pick up a tub of their favorite ice cream (cherry garcia) on the way.
"Honey, I'm home!" he sang out as he opened up the door. He smiled sadly as he spotted Blaine curled up on the couch with a blanket, staring blankly ahead at the television. "I got our favorite," he said, setting the ice cream down on the coffee table and going to the kitchen to get spoons. He set them on the table and set about picking up the used tissues that lay scattered about the living room. There was a sniff to the couch and Jesse took a closer look at Blaine. His eyes were red and puffy and his usually slick hair was falling onto his forehead in dark curls. Jesse nudged him to move his feet so he could sit down on the couch next to him and opened up the ice cream, handing him a spoon.
"What are we watching?" he asked. Blaine held up the DVD case to The Notebook and pressed play. Jesse nodded and settled in, grabbing a spoon and taking a bite of ice cream.
He knew Blaine wouldn't want to talk about it, in the same way Jesse didn't want to talk about it. It was enough that they were there together, that they weren't alone. Sometimes it was enough to just not be alone.
There was something about Blaine that made Jesse brave. Not brave in the way he always was, but brave enough to just let his guard down. To eat ice cream out of the tub like a slob or to lean on his friend or to cry at a sad movie. At one point Blaine handed him the box of tissues with a small smile and he took it with a soft nudge to the other boy's shoulder.
"I like your hair like this," he said, touching Blaine's soft hair lightly.
Blaine sniffed sadly, swallowing and looking away. "Kurt said I use too much gel," he said, his voice breaking, and Jesse set down the ice cream and pulled Blaine into his arms and Blaine unleashed a storm of tears into Jesse's shirt.
He rubbed Blaine's back, making calming shh noises and willing himself not to start crying again. Their situations mirrored each other's too closely. Both pining after the little bright stars they couldn't have.
They stayed there like that for what seemed like hours, until their tears subsided and their bodies relaxed into one another and Jesse felt too warm but he didn't want to move.
He felt soft lips on his neck, and for a minute he thought maybe he was imagining it until they moved noiselessly up his neck to that sweet spot just below his ear and he shuddered, closing his eyes. Which was a mistake, of course, because the next minute the lips were on his and they were tender and he could taste tears and he didn't tell his body to move but it moved on its own, pushing Blaine down onto his back, leaning over and deepening that little peck into a real kiss. His mind went blank as his heart beat hard and his fingers traced Blaine's side and his tongue traced Blaine's lip and elicited a soft moan from the boy beneath him.
That was all it took, really, before Jesse's shirt was off and he was pulling at Blaine's, lips smashing down, hips twitching against the other boy's, hands grasping for belt buckles and skin melting into hot skin.