head to head ā³ Atticus & Blaine
who ā Atticus & Blaine when ā After Cheerioās practice where ā Boyās locker room. what ā Atticus wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Blaine wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Both are charismatic and hot and flexible and also very determined. As you can expect, this leads to both rivalry and probably the consensual touching of penises.
Atticus
Atticus was a very sexually open guy. Guys, girls, his school peers, older men he picked up at Scandalsāif there was chemistry and sexual attraction between them, then there was nothing more stopping him from taking them to bed. He didnāt think of himself as a bad person, really, though some might argue him to be a whore and a player. Itās not like they would be wrong, really, so if anyone ever called him that to his face, he wouldnāt fight it. Couldnāt. Heād lost his virginity to a boy three years prior, a boyfriend who he hadnāt broken up with on good terms, and while he wasnāt heartbroken, it merely introduced him to a new world that he enjoyed. Sex made him feel a connection with people and a sense of intimacy that couldnāt be rivaled. He liked to touch, be touched, be affectionate, and even if he was just fucking strangers in the bar at Scandals, it made him feel a whole lot better.
Blaine, though, was different. Felt different. Probably because heād wanted it for so long and thought it was unattainable, or perhaps it was because, as far as he was aware, Blaine was untouched by any other man. Honestly, it probably boiled down to the way the other boy melted into him, responsive and wanting, and when the towel was dropped? Atticus didnāt stand a chance.
Letting go of the fabric in his own hand, Tic moaned as he stepped forward and felt nothing but a large expanse of skin against his own, nudging Blaine even closer to the wall. He could feel all of him, and fuck did he want more, but there was no way he was going to try and push Blaine too far. Although Blaine seemed like he was more than willing to go along with this, he also knew that there was always the opportunity to stop. Atticus really didnāt want to do something that would convince Blaine to put the breaks on whatever they were doing.
One arm held steadfast around his waist, keeping him close, while his other hand roamed, moving down Blaineās waist. He ventured further down, fingers skimming right over Blaineās ass, and he grunted quietly against the boyās lips. His hand moved over, just a little, until he got a solid handful, trying to pull Blaine impossibly closer as he deepened the kiss considerably.
Blaine
Blaine had always been convinced that his first time being entirely naked around someone would be full of emotions and feelings and nerves. Right now, however, he was just filled with wanting more. He wanted to feel Atticus against him, he wanted more from the kisses, feel Atticusā hands all over his skin. He felt feverish, if he was being honest. It was like heād been taken over by something else that wasnāt entirely him, but at the same time just was. After all, heād been living a lie for so long with only the bare minimum - and by minimum, he meant Santana - knowing his secret. So maybe this was the real him, maybe he was figuring out that he was a far more physical human than he thought. After all, heād never have guessed that he would ever in a million years actually agree to anything as spontaneous and as purely physical as this, but here he was.
As Atticus pressed him harder into the wall, Blaine arched his back to press back against him, lifting onto his tiptoes just a tiny fraction to get more leverage into the kiss. His left arm wound itself around the tallerās neck, keeping him close while he breathlessly moaned against his lips. This felt far too good and he could seriously understand why the majority of the school were always so sexually frustrated or constantlyĀ talking about sex - even just heated making out was incredible.Ā
The feeling of Atticusā fingers skimming over his skin left him shivering, back arching even more to press into every tiny movement. Heād always thought the whole description of electricity was obnoxious and false, but now he could see where it was coming from. It wasnāt quite electric, but there was an odd hyper-sensitive feeling accompanying every touch, like Blaine was hyperaware to everything. So, when Ticās hand groped his ass, he was absolutely done for. He let out a sharp gasp, hips instantly jolting forward resulting in his head pulling back to lean against the wall in sheer bliss. Now he totally regretted finding simple grinding foreplay in porn boring, because this had the chance to be something absolutely out of this world.
āOh my god,ā he gasped out, opening his eyes to look at Atticus after a brief moment as he paused to catch his breath. He already felt like he was a complete wreck, so he had no idea how it could get any better.






