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Dear God in Heaven. Thank you. You are seriously my favorite Bleverett fic writer ever. I can't even tell you how many times I've read "Oh There Is A House, A Wonderful Lover". Just over and over again. It makes me cry every time. Please just let me be your friend.<333 I'm literally fangirling right now, I feel like such a creep. I'm sorry.
Prompt: Blaine wants to dress up for the Avengers premiere. Everett does not. They compromise.
Rating: R for smut, and language.
“Ev, have you seen my shield?”
Everett looked over his shoulder briefly as Blaine came into the room, looking harried and stressed, and he groaned when he realized his character had died in the five seconds he’d taken his eyes off of the television. “ Goddammit, B. I was on level 26.”
“Uh huh.” His brother rolled his eyes, continuing to rifle through drawers and cupboards as if the world was ending. “Not like you haven’t already beaten the game three times already. Ev, focus; have you seen my shield?”
He racked his brain, trying to think, before shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “Nah, sorry. I don’t remember seeing any of your nerd gear lying around.” He could practically feel the glare that Blaine was shooting him but he simply smirked as he turned back around, shaking his head as he resumed the game. Riling Blaine up was too much fun—mostly because seeing him exasperated and at his wit’s end was incredibly sexy. Especially when he fisted his hands in his hair and tugged, chewing on his bottom lip in concentration as he pouted… and Everett was getting distracted thinking about that, and if he wasn't careful he was going to end up losing the game again. “Did you check the garage?”
Fifteen minutes later, judging by the stomp in Blaine’s step, his shield hadn't been out there either. He let his brother stew for another five minutes or so, trying not to laugh every time he sighed and started bustling around the kitchen again, before getting up and switching the television off. “It’s probably in the last place you’d expect.” He tossed the remote down onto the couch and took the stairs two at a time before letting himself into Blaine’s room, rifling through his drawers as he heard footsteps echoing behind him.
“It’s not in here.”
“Oh, really?” Everett replied with a smirk, his head sticking out from behind the closet door as he held up the shield. “Then what’s this?” He laughed at the horrified and embarrassed look on Blaine’s face before handing him the shield, wiping the dust off of his pants as he stretched. “It was behind the bed… along with about a hundred dust bunnies. You should clean more often.”
“Says the guy with no visible floor space in his room.” Blaine deadpanned.
“Do as I say, not as I do.” Everett retorted with a shrug, leaving the bedroom to dive into his own as he burrowed under the covers and rolled onto his back. He was just about asleep, content to take a nap before staying up all night to finish his game again, when he heard a throat clearing from the hallway and he turned his head to see who it was. His mouth ran dry and his eyes widened when he took in the sight of Blaine, glad head to toe in blue spandex, brandishing a Captain America shield. His mouth opened and closed, too stunned for words, as he tried to keep his eyes from zeroing in on the fact that the spandex did wonders for Blaine’s body, hugging every curve as if it were a glove. “Uh…”
“The Avengers comes out tonight.” Blaine said with a grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he twirled his shield around. “And you’re coming with me.”
“Nope.” Everett shook his head, pulling the blankets back up over his head, as he screwed his eyes shut. Blaine had this power over him, a power that he couldn't resist, and he’d used it against him more times than he could count when it came to dressing up in embarrassing costumes. He’d dressed up for seven harry potter movies, three lord of the rings movie, and some movie about vampires that he’d fallen asleep halfway through. “Find someone else to be your sidekick.”
“But Ev…” He grimaced as he felt the bed dipping, hyper-aware of how close his brother was, and he swallowed thickly before propping himself up on his elbows and letting the bedding fall to the wayside.
“No way. I don’t want to dress up and stand outside in the cold for five hundred fucking hours before they let us inside.” He furrowed his brow. “Take someone else. Nope”. He sighed when Blaine’s face fell; his disappointed look staring through him like daggers pressing against his rib-cage It was because of that look, and other things that Everett tried not to think about, that he always had such a hard time saying no to him. “…what did you want me to wear anyway?” And though he’d hate himself for caving so easily next time, the smile on Blaine’s face and the way his eyes lit up at the concession were enough to make it worthwhile.
Forty minutes later Everett was dressed in some kind of metallic looking suit that was supposed to make him look like Iron Man but really just made him feel like he was in an episode of Robocop. He spun around to try to catch his reflection in the mirror, frowning as he tugged at the material. It clung, but it didn't do anything for his features like Blaine’s did for him. “I’m not leaving the house in this.”
“Oh come on…” Everett sighed as Blaine came closer, his hands resting against his shoulders as Blaine gave him a little shake. “You look great, Ev. Very badass.” He couldn't help but smirk at that, shaking his head, as he let one of his hands come down to rest against Blaine’s hip.
“I’d look badass wearing a paper bag.” He reminded him, lips twitching upwards into the hint of a smirk as he swallowed past the lump in his throat. He couldn't help but press his thumb against the curve of Blaine’s hip, the spandex leaving nothing to the imagination as his eyes raked over his body slowly. When he looked up he blanched, knowing that he’d been caught as Blaine raised an eyebrow.
“Are you checking me out?”
Completely caught off guard, Everett sputtered for a moment or two before simply shrugging, accepting his fate. “Yeah, pretty much…” He licked his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets, as he took a step back and made a face. “But uh, yeah. I don’t think I’m going to wear this out tonight… it’s a little too out there, even for me.” He shrugged. “Sorry, B.” He winced as Blaine sighed and shot him a wounded look before leaving the room, the sound of the door closing echoing in his ears as he sank down onto the edge of the bed. “Fuck.” He grumbled under his breath, a hand coming up to work through the tangled mess that was his hair, as he laid back in the bed and cast his gaze up to the ceiling. He felt bad about disappointing his brother, and for being the cause of the frown on his face, but he couldn't help but primarily focus his thoughts on the curve of Blaine’s ass and how perfectly the suit had fit him. He dragged his hand down his chest, his bottom lip captured between his teeth, as he tugged the bottom half of his costume down in order to free himself from his boxers. He was already hard, the images more than enough to create a pretty convincing picture in his head, and he stifled a moan as his hand traveled down his body to wrap around his cock. He gave himself a few slow strokes, twisting his hand as he groaned, and he let his head fall back against the pillow as he started to stroke quicker.
In his head, Blaine came back into the room and dropped the shield. He pulled Everett in by the collar, his hands wrapping around his neck, and he kissed him hard as Everett’s own hand came up to fist in the material of his shirt. He’d push him up against the wall, one of his legs slipping in between Blaine’s as the kiss grew more intense and more passionate—their bodies pressed impossibly close together. He’d be able to feel everything, be able to feel how turned on Blaine is by what was going on, and he’d rut his hips forward against Blaine’s over and over until they were both seeing stars and their lips were swollen from the kisses. With another twist of his hand, Everett felt the muscles in his abdomen tightening. He was so close, Blaine’s name a murmured whisper in the emptiness of his bedroom, and his back arched up off of the bed as he chewed on his bottom lip. Another stroke or two would have done him in, if the door hadn’t opened and he hadn’t been interrupted by a startled gasp. His eyes went wide, his head snapping over towards the door, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times as he struggled to say something. Sure, his brother had walked in on him jerking off before… but not after admittedly checking him out. Blaine wasn’t stupid, he was going to know… he was going to figure out how Everett really felt. His blood ran cold, his pulse resonating loudly in his ears, as he licked his lips and struggled to find words. He was saved, however, when Blaine spoke first.
“I have a proposition for you.”
Everett blinked a couple of times, slowly sitting up and pulling his hand off of himself as he pulled the blankets up around his waist. His face was red, flushed from present activities, as he shot him a disgruntled look. “This really isn’t the fucking time. Blaine…”
Blaine didn’t respond, he simply crossed the room and crawled into bed beside him and—oh, and then he was kissing him. Everett was too shocked to do much of anything at first, his hands stiff at his sides, but when the kiss didn’t end as abruptly as it started he couldn’t help but moan against his lips as he wrapped his arms around him. He tugged him down closer, fingers tangled in his brother’s untamed curls, as he hooked a leg over his own to pull him down close. Their bodies pressed together, hip to hip and chest to chest, and Everett tugged at Blaine’s lower lip with his teeth as he pushed his hips up. There was not enough, yet too much, fabric between them as they set up a steady rhythm. He was unsure where his body ended and Blaine’s began as they moved together, all tongue and passion and heat, but he could tell from the tightening of his abdomen that he wasn’t going to last long. His hand slipped between their bodies to fumble with the front of Blaine’s costume, tugging it down quickly before wrapping his hand around him. He dragged his thumb over the tip of his cock, a jolt of pleasure washing over him at the whimper that it elicited, before snapping his hips up again in time with Blaine’s.
“E-ev… M’gonna…”
Blaine’s words were all Everett needed to spurn him on as he rolled his hips forward once, twice, and then a third time before he felt his orgasm ripping through him. He tightened his hold on Blaine’s shoulders, pressing his face against his neck as he rode it out, and he exhaled shakily as he slumped on top of him. It took him a few seconds to play catch up, to realize that had really happened, before he rolled off of him and to the side to lay on his back. He didn’t want to break the silence, didn’t want to fuck things up any more than he already had, and he was thankful when Blaine was the one to break the silence.
“Our costumes are ruined.” Everett couldn’t help but laugh, hearing the pout in Blaine’s voice without even having to look over at him. “We’re going to have to go without them, now.”
“I never agreed to go.” Everett reminded him, rolling over to face him as he chewed on his bottom lip.
“If you ever want to do this again...” Blaine motioned between their bodies. “I think you’ll change your mind.”
Everett sighed, knowing that he’d lost this battle. “Avengers it is.”
You made me believe in love. Seeing how strong you and Blaine are together gave me hope for myself and my brother. I was about to lose him when I had discovered you. I have him today and I thank you immensely. And this is why you have a fan club and why I owe you my life.
..I.. I don't even know what to say here, Greyface. This is the.. I don't know. The sweetest, most sentimental thing I've ever read. I'm so glad I could have such an extraordinary impact on your life. You're beautiful. Both of you are. Keep on trucking, babe.
