Kurt took a deep breath as he stood in front of the mirror, fully naked and wearing only his cage, a burgundy silk robe soon finding it way smoothly on top of his shoulders to cover himself up a bit. He had been diligent in cleaning himself up that day, so that there wasn't any rash or anything like it around the area of his cage, which was now one with spikes that kept on poking his cock and balls with every move he made. But every painful sting he felt was welcomed in many ways, and even he was startled to see just how much he was enjoying this. And now he was about to be with someone who understood how he was feeling, better than anyone.
He walked from his bedroom to the kitchen, his walk a bit different now, and ever since he had his cage placed on him, and he pulled two flutes out of the cabinet, in which he planned to offer Charlie some sparkling cyder before they begun. Now all that was missing was the man himself, and Kurt was looking forward to the moment he got to his suite.
If Karlie wasn’t... well, Karlie, she would have taken into consideration making a business out of helping people decorate their homes for Christmas. That festive season made her too happy to even think of that, so when Luke had asked for help, she’d accepted in the blink of an eye. Luckily the singer lived basically next door, making it easier for her to transport a basket of cookies and a bunch of decorations which weren’t needed at her apartment that year. Hoping the place was right, the woman rang the doorbell and waited for him to open. She obviously wasn’t used to talk to a kind of stranger via social media and the next moment to go over to their place, but it didn’t feel that odd either. Mostly because Luke was in a well known band of whose catchy songs she’d often found herself humming. @royallyluke
Se hallaba en el jardín, aún pensando en algún lugar, dentro o fuera de la academia, para poder pasar la tarde junto a la chica, aquella que tan simpáticamente se hacía llamar “Su Majestad” y parecía tan segura de sí misma a quien debía una comida completa. Por suerte aún no pensaba en qué platillo iba a tener que conseguirle, pues no conocía las preferencias alimenticias de la bella morena. Chasqueando la lengua, decidió voltear a ver si aparecía, pues estaba donde justo la había encontrado la primera vez que hablaron, cuando accedió de manera amable a ayudarle con su tarea de demografía. Precisamente si no hubiese sido por ella, quizá su informe estaría incompleto, porque al exponerlo pudo recordar citar algunas de las palabras que ella le dijo y le salvó la nota perfecta que tanto anhelaba en esa clase. Arrugó su nariz, sacando su celular, preparándose para enviar un mensaje.
The cloak of invisibility smelled like James, and Sirius couldn’t shake off that thought as he walked underneath it towards the castle, ALONE. James had shoved the cloak in his hands before stepping backwards, away from his best friend, it took Sirius all he had not to follow after him. I’ll see you tomorrow, Pads, James had said before turning into a stag disappearing inside the forest, leaving Sirius alone to overthink their conversation.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he had been expecting James’ reaction to be, but he definitely didn’t expect his best friend to turn his back to him, even if it was shortly. Silently, he removed the cloak inside an empty classroom back at the Castle, and made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, avoiding the patrolling teachers with the help of the map. Remus’ name was unmoving on their dorm, and Sirius closed the map before entering their room. Without much CEREMONY, but very aware of his decision, he kicked off his shoes and snuck inside Remus’ bed, wrapping his arms around the much taller but skinnier body from behind, burying his face in his hair.
Or Do You Not Think So Far Ahead? || Jarley Chatzy
WHO: Marley Rose (ft. Jake Puckerman)
WHEN: Post top-secret Glee Club meeting
WHERE: Jake’s house
WHAT: Jake makes an attempt at comforting Marley and bridging the distance that has grown between them since Monday’s incident. Things don’t go exactly as planned.
WARNINGS: Adult/sexual situation(s)
Jake unlocked his front door and stepped inside, holding open the door for Marley. He couldn't think of a time that she'd be over to his house when his mom was out before. It was a god send. With everything that had happened this week, he knew that they needed to reconnect. It could've been all in his head, but Marley had seemed distant this week and Jake blamed what happened. After locking the front door, he tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch. "Let's go back to my room and listen to some music," he suggested with a smile, reaching for her hand to take and lacing their fingers together.
Marley blew out a breath as Jake invited her inside, the emotional upheaval from their top secret glee club meeting still fresh in her mind. Between the tension with Unique and the realization once again that something irrevocable had happened to them all, she was feeling out of it. And with her mother working her second job that evening, she didn't want to be stuck at home alone again. So of course Jake's invite had come at the right time. Though the fact that they were, in fact, completely alone together had not yet sunk in. "What kind of music do you have in mind?" she asked, dropping her backpack off by the front door before taking his hand. The familiarity of such a situation gave her comfort. A reminder of days spent laying on his bed, playing Bad Piggies and Song Pop, and at one point desperately hoping he might kiss her. She could use something tangible and predictable right about then.
Jake "Something calm," he nodded, sending her a warm smile. He flicked on the lights and dropped his backpack once they reached his room. "Here, why don't you pick?" he suggested, handing her his iPhone. He turned on the mini speaker he'd gotten with his last phone before going over to his bed. With his desk chair still piled high with clothes, the only place left to sit was his bed. He slipped his shoes off as he took a seat and pushed himself up to lay against the pillows on one side of the bed. His eyes watched Marley as she scrolled through his music, noting that she looked tired. But guys weren't supposed to say that to girls without pissing them off. He wished he knew what to say, but he was so much better with showing than speaking. Once she picked something, he patted the spot on the bed next to him.
Marley "Good thinking," she smiled back, taking his offered iPhone to scroll through his music collection. The great thing about Jake was that he could continue to surprise her, be it the measures he took to make a simple holiday special for her to his music collection. She found an acoustic version of a song she knew he liked, and pressed play on that before turning back to where he now sat on the bed. She was so tired. And the music was really making that obvious, unfortunately. Cuddling sounded like the perfect remedy so she climbed in, settling in the spot beside him. "I didn't think you were a fan of covers," she teased lightly.
Jake sighed happily when she settled on a cover that he loved, one that he was thinking of doing for Glee and for Marley. As she came to join him, he held his arms open for her and pulled her into his side. "I didn't think you'd pick Frank Ocean," he teased back. Shifting onto his side, Jake rested his forehead to hers as he breathed in and let the music calm his heart. He brought his free hand up to hold her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. As the music moved through him and as he felt the presence of Marley beside him, Jake pressed in for a slow kiss that had him inhaling against her cheek.
Marley chuckled softly, then sighed as she settled into his side, closing her eyes. Whoever this singer was, they were good. And her soothing voice was helping to melt away some of tension she'd brought back with her to Jake's house. She supposed the fact that she was not alone probably had something to do with that as well, but still. Her eyes opened briefly to Jake as he brushed her hair aside, and for a moment, she felt a pang of guilt. She hadn't exactly been the best girlfriend to him as of late, and she blamed that largely on the fact that her mind was so... consumed. There was just so much, too much on her mind. She tried to push it back though as he pressed in for a kiss, her eyes closing once more. If there was something that could chase away the dark and gray, it was her guilty pleasure. Her fingers curled into his shirt as they slowly broke apart, her nose nuzzling his.
Jake smiled to himself as she nuzzled his nose. This right here was what he needed, to be with her and feel her close. How else could he show her how he felt? How could anything start to feel right again without it? His hand moved from her cheek back into her long hair as he pressed in with another kiss, his mouth opening hers to his own so he could meld his tongue to hers.
Marley smiled softly as well, curling up closer to Jake as his hand moved back to her hair, a move he had to know by now had the immediate effect of relaxing her. She loved her hair being played with. But with his next kiss came a flare of warmth, coloring her cheek a rosy shade of pink and causing her to breathe in against his cheek. The music, already so soft to begin with, and its lyrics seemed to cease making much sense as the taste of him clouded her senses instead.
Jake shivered lightly as her grip on his shirt grew stronger. Slowly, he moved from laying on his side next to her and rolled to rest half of his weight on her with his leg between hers. He moved his arm out from beneath her so that he could hold his weight up on his elbow. The music, the feel of her beneath him, and the taste of her on his lips calmed him more than anything else had that week. He hadn't told her in so many words, but he wanted her to know how crazy he'd gone when he couldn't find her outside of the school, and the relief when he got his arms around her again.
Marley felt her body tense in a way that was still largely foreign to her as his shifted on the bed, partially covering her own. It wasn't as though they'd never made out before. But... well, it was rare it ever happened with a bed involved. And admittedly, she wasn't sure how to address it without totally ruining the moment. So instead she kissed him again, focusing instead in how his body pressed to hers somehow anchored her into the present moment rather than letting her mind wander into more distressing territory. Her hand go of his shirt to hold his face, holding him close as she broke apart again to release a shaky breath. "How many covers do you have on here?" she asked with a quiet, shaky laugh.
Jake licked his lips as he moved from hers down to her neck. "Just the duvet," he said. "We can get rid of it." His teeth lightly grazed the skin of her pulse point where he could feel the way her heartbeat rose. He kissed his way up her neck to catch her lips again, a hum escaping him.
Marley laughed again, though it was immediately punctuated with a sharp intake of breath. The same flare of warmth occurred again. "Very funny, I meant the music..." Her correction was quickly cut off with another kiss, words muffled into an indeterminate sound. Her heart was starting to beat faster, no longer matching the serene beat of the music playing. "Jake?" she asked as they stopped for another breath.
Jake hadn't really expected her to be making jokes during but she was kissing him back just as well. It was only when he ran out of breath and things got too hot for so many clothes that he pulled back. "Mhm?" he hummed, nuzzling her skin as he kissed across her collarbone in between breaths.
Marley didn't know what exactly she wanted to ask. Or say. Hadn't the whole point of the glee club meeting been about saying what you needed to say, before it was too late? What if she didn't know what those things were? Her mind spun between the suddenly life and death sounding debacle in her head, and the way Jake pressed heated kisses to skin she hadn't been aware had become exposed between their arrival and now. Kissing him seemed easier than trying to figure out how to talk to him about what had happened, unfortunately. "Um... mm... nevermind," she mumbled, cheeks growing rosy again. As her body started to instead squirm beneath him, she tried to coax him back to meet her lips again.
Jake kissed his way back up to her lips, wondering what she had been about to say but deciding it probably didn't matter if she hadn't said it in the first place. Everything that he wanted to say to her was in his touches, his kisses. His hand left her hair and slowly ran down her arm. He stopped at her waist before running that same hand up along her side until he could cup her breast in his hand.
Marley simultaneously felt that flare turn into something that felt much... darker... and felt a part of her mind panic. Her body reacted in a way that seemed to both betray her and make her feel good. She swelled with the touch but reached up to grab the hand on her chest to coax back. "Wait, wait, wait," she broke their kiss to breathe out, swallowing thickly as she tried to catch her breath.
Jake 's brow furrowed when she moved up into him like she liked it - but moved his hand back down to her waist. He pulled back at her wait, moving up onto both of his elbows. "Is something wrong?" he murmured, eyes searching hers.
Marley felt her cheeks flush for an entirely different reason - embarrassment. "Sorry," she mumbled, averting her eyes from his gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm just... nothing's wrong." She shook her head, and tried to shake off the faux pas as well. "We've just never done this before."
Jake 's brow furrowed further as she apologized - and then a second time. "It seems like something's wrong," he said, nuzzling her nose. He pulled back as he meaning registered. A quiet chuckle escaped him. "That's why it's called a first time, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her warm cheek and then nipping the corner of her jaw.
Marley asked, "First time?" Another soft breath of a laugh left her at the nip to her skin, hands dropping to resume their previous spot holding onto the front of his shirt. It was certainly a first time for a number of things that had just occurred.
Jake "Yeah, first time," he nodded, moving to lay on top of her, rather than just on her side. This way he could settle between her legs and that closeness only grew. His forehead rested to hers as he took in a breath. "I love you," he murmured. "Let me show you."
Marley had thought the warmth of the room was getting a bit much before, but the weight of him atop her made her cheeks almost feel like they were burning. What was wrong with her? With her body? The way it seemed to crave such a closeness while her mind seemed to be fighting for some kind of space to breathe? It was confusing. But how could she deny Jake when he said something as profound as that? "How?" she asked in a small voice.
Jake pulled back and reached his hand behind his head to pull his shirt over his head to toss aside. He breathed out in relief at the cool air hitting his warm skin. His gaze softened as he looked down at her, moving back down onto his elbows as he gently kissed her lips. "Like this," he said, rocking his hips into hers as his hand reached down to start dragging her skirt up.
Marley swallowed hard as Jake removed his shirt, revealing the well-taken-care-of body underneath it. She'd seen him shirtless before but the context had been different. Her stomach clenched in a way she couldn't define. And when his hips rocked into hers, it was like her body was betraying her all over again. A breath forced its way out of her as she trembled, her mind reeling. It couldn't be that first time he was talking about, right? This was just... fooling around. Just experimenting. And that was okay right? Maybe? She wrestled with that the same way her own body wrestled with the onset of sensations she felt. Even her hands seemed to fret over what to do - whether to touch him or to push him back.
Jake could feel her nerves, but did his best to try to assuage them with his kisses. His hand ran along the soft skin of her hip, bringing their cores closer together with another grind of his hips. There wasn't a need for words. Moving his hand inward, Jake cupped her core.
Marley felt heat bloom deep in her lower belly, frightening enough for her to channel the rush of adrenaline into rolling them over and in the process moving Jake's hand out from between her legs. Her heart beat wildly as she caught her breath, unfortunately probably looking every bit as frazzled as she felt, between her mussed up hair and clothes, and her expression. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, reaching up to pull the strap on her dress back up over her shoulder and adjust the rest of her outfit accordingly. "This is just... a lot, all at once."
Jake hummed as she rolled them over and straddled his hips, but it was cut off when she moved his hand. His eyes opened and he looked up to her, confusion clear in his expression. "Wait... Didn't you know," his words trailed off. Jake moved to sit up against his headboard. "Marley, don't you want this with me?" he asked, reaching a hand up to brush his thumb against her blush colored cheek.
Marley didn't, in all honesty, know what she wanted. Which only served to make the situation more difficult to navigate. When you went through a harrowing experience that left you considering all the what ifs in your life, then certainly that was a sign that you needed clearer priorities. That you needed to live more. She should've walked away from things wanting to be closer to the people in her life, to be closer to Jake. But the second things got too serious or heated, she became skittish and pulled back. And when she stopped doing something as mindless as giving into what her body seemed to want, that's when her thoughts picked up again - the tension between her and Unique, the anxiety-ridden afternoons spent alone at home, Ryder... "I... I don't know," she answered lamely, feeling just like that same girl who had chickened out in the hotel back during Valentine's Day. "I love you. But this is a lot to take in all at once. It's overwhelming, just..." She couldn't even find the words to describe it, gesturing to the entirety of her body and then between the two of them. "I'm sorry-"
Jake reached his hands up to her arms, soothingly running his hands along them as he tried to understand where she was coming from. When Valentine's Day had fallen through, he'd understood and didn't care about the lost money. But after the school shooting, when she started to feel far from him, he thought this might fix it. When she apologized again, he cut her off. "Hey, it's okay," he said. He blew out a breath and reached down to help her off of his hips so that his dick could stop freaking out about being so close to her. Jake sat on the edge of his bed. "You don't have to apologize.. I just - Ever since Monday when I went crazy thinking something happened to you, all I've wanted is to feel closer to you," he said, turning his eyes back to her. "This is how I do that, or how I want to with you," he said. "I don't want to pressure you into anything, I just don't really get why you keep pulling back. Overwhelming can be good. Doing what feels good can be incredible." He sighed and leaned in to rest his forehead to hers. "I want you so bad, Marley," he murmured. "I just want to feel you - make love to you so you can know how I feel."
Marley felt bad, she really did. Sometimes she wondered if her life would be easier if she was just more like other girls at school. The ones who didn't freak out at their bodies reacting to physical touch in ways that felt 'too strong' or 'too good'. The ones who could make out with a guy or have sex with them without feeling like they were betraying themselves somehow. But... that just wasn't who she was. "I'm sorry," she said quieter as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm just... I'm not ready. I love you, I do, and I know you just want to show me that you love me, but I don't think I'm ready for that..."
Jake quietly sighed again and pulled back to look at her. "I love you too," he said, reaching back for his shirt so he could pull it back on. "This is the longest I've been with a girl without having sex," he mused, "By like - months."
Marley 's brow furrowed a moment. "What do you mean?" she asked, slightly confused.
Jake 's eyes popped open wider for a moment as he realized he'd just put his foot in his mouth. "Nothing," he said, pulling down his shirt. "Forget about it-"
Marley "No, Jake - tell me what you mean," she said more firmly. How long exactly was he talking here?
Jake just had to spin his words the right way. He looked at her with a soft smile, resting a hand on her knee. "I've been with you the longest out of anyone. And I don't see that ending anytime soon," he said.
Marley wasn't an idiot. She could see he was dancing around the subject. And while she might've been naive enough in the past to overlook that, something about it right then just... ticked her off. "How long?" she asked again, an edge coming to her voice.
Jake "How long have we been together? A few months now," he said, swallowing at the change in the way she looked at him.
Marley "That's not what I mean, Jake and you know it. How long??" she persisted.
Jake "Marley, it's not like I keep stats," he said, shifting on the bed. He pursed his lips and reached a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "I don't know... Maybe a month was the longest?"
Marley A month. A month?? She suddenly felt sick to her stomach, pulling his hand from her knee as she got up from his bed to find her shoes to pull back on. "I think I'm gonna go."
Jake 's hand dropped like a lead weight. Why was she so upset? "What? Why?" he asked. "Marley, come on." Was she seriously slut shaming him? He let out a nervous laugh. "You knew I wasn't a virgin before we started dating. Doesn't it matter more that I don't care how long I wait for you??"
Marley "Of course it matters, but what matters more is why you're waiting so long for me," she answered in frustration, grabbing her shoes out from under his bed before bracing her hands on her hips. "Are you with me because you want sex or are you with me because you want to be with me?" She was probably grossly overreacting but... to go through the embarrassment of not being able to bring herself to have sex with her boyfriend only to be reminded that he could've gotten it 'easier' from someone else? It stirred up her emotions a bit too much.
Jake Now it was Jake's turn to be angry. "Are you freaking kidding me?" he asked, standing up too. "Marley, I love you. If I wanted sex, I would-"
Marley "You would what? Huh?" Her anger flared, charged by his own strong reaction. She dared him to answer her. "Find some other girl who's willing to give it up quicker than your girlfriend?"
Jake "If I only wanted sex, then I wouldn't be with you," he burst out. And seeing the reaction it caused in her was like sticking in a needle in a balloon. "Marley," he said quieter, reaching his hands out to try to take hers. "I'm sorry, I-"
Marley pursed her lips against the immediate urge to cry that followed his blunt statement. She immediately pulled her hands away and put distance between the two of them. "No," she shook her head, already moving for the door, "you know what? Go be with one of those girls. Have fun." Again, probably an overreaction but right then, she wanted to be anywhere but there.
NOTES: Leon and Blaine try to figure it out the feelings they have for each other over dinner.
Leon: He couldn't believe he was actually going on a /date/ with his brother, weeks ago if someone suggested it he'd probably think they went crazy. But there he was, checking his shirt for the second time, Leon wasn't even the one to get nervous at stuff like this, hell, he never worried about what he would wear half of the time, but he knew Blaine deserved someone who cared about it, all of it, they were trying to figure it out what was going on with them and the thought got Leon anxious, he didn't exactly know how to handle feelings, especially if it was for his own brother. It was almost seven o'clock when he got out of his dorm, still bothered that Leaf wasn't leaving the dorm, but he was going to, someday in his own time, Leon was sure of it, so he took a cab to get on Blaine's building and it wasn't long until his brother let him in after he rang the buzzer, then soon he was knocking at Blaine's door, taking a deep breath while he waited, wondering if he should have thought about what he was going to say.
Blaine: Blaine wasn't sure if this was a great idea or an incredibly bad idea. All he knew was that he needed to go with how he felt or he was going to chicken out. And he needed to get this resolved or at least solidify how he felt. He ran a hand through his messy curls, tugging on a simple t-shirt with his jeans before he heard the knock on the door. He had known Leon his entire life and he /still/ felt nervous flutters in his stomach as he went to answer. Sort of ridiculous right? Blaine opened the door with a soft smile, leaning against the doorframe. "Hey stranger." He teased, allowing him to come inside. His eyes ticked over his form for a moment before shutting the door. "I uh, I'm glad we decided to do this. Now we just need to figure out what to make for dinner." He grinned.
Leon: When the door opened and Blaine showed up with a smile, Leon couldn't help but smile too, releasing a light chuckle before answering. "Hey you, muffin" He entered inside then, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets as he got a little nervous because as soon as he turned to stare his brother again, he didn't exactly know what to say. "Ahn, I don't really care, I mean, we can make whatever you like, maybe pasta or lasagna?" He raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck, because it was really awkward to not know how to act in front of his own brother. "This is weird, am I making this weird? I'm sorry" A nervous laugh escaped from his lips. "I'm terrible at this".
Blaine: Blaine grinned, taking Leon's hand to drag him into the kitchen. "Then we'll make it un-weird." He teased, getting out the ingredients for pasta. "I think I have everything we need, hold on." He checked the cabinets for boxes of pasta and set them down on the table before chewing on his lower lip. "We could make jarred sauce or something from scratch, it depends on how lazy you want to be." He smirked, poking Lee's side where he knew a ticklish spot was.
Leon: "I like it un-weird" He let Blaine take him to the kitchen, smiling while staring at his brother who was looking for the ingredients to the pasta, so he didn't expect the poking, he jumped a little with a laughter, grabbing Blaine's wrist to stop him from continuing. "You /are/ a little shit, aren't you?" His tone was playful, soon the tension was melting from his shoulders and he was gladly Blaine could instantly do that. So, in a quick gesture, Leon wrapped his arm around his brother's waist and pulled him closer, his chest pressed to Blaine's side as he kissed his cheek before adding with a whisper in his ear. "You know me, I choose the lazy option, always".
Blaine: Blaine squeaked as Leon grabbed him, tugging him into his chest with a soft noise. He smiled widely, a soft pink blush covering his cheekbones. "I'm not the one who is delaying dinner by doing /this/?" He said softly, his eyes falling to Lee's lips. He swallowed, leaning into his chest a little before grazing their noses in an eskimo kiss. "Lazy options are pretty great," He laughed. "Unless you're hungry. Which I'm sure both of us are so," He kissed his top lip, his stomach fluttering. "Try to focus for a bit here."
Leon: "Don't act like you don't like it" His tone teasing as he noticed Blaine's eyes in his lips, smiling as he did. Leon just nodded while he listened, but really distracted with the red lips so close to him and the familiar big brown eyes looking at him, he gave a mischievous smile before answering suggestively. "Yeah, I'm pretty hungry" He nipped Blaine's lower lip gently then, their faces close and he could feel his brother's breath on his own lips. "And I'm trying to focus, but you're really, really, distracting me" He didn't wait for a reply as he finally pressed his lips on Blaine's, kissing him firmly while pulling him closer. He did taste better when sober, it was actually pretty better kiss him like this without the alcohol messing with his head, which couldn't make any sense since that was his brother.
Blaine: Blaine rolled his eyes, playing with the bottom of Leon's shirt. He nuzzled their noses, his arms finally wrapping around the other's waist until they were pressed up against one another. Leon's body was molding him into the side of the kitchen counter, almost digging it into his lower back. But he didn't mind. He could feel the outline of the other's limbs, the weight and press and kiss of the heat of his skin. His heart hammered in his ribcage as Leon nipped at his lower lip, a sharp breath leaving his lungs at the sensation. "Speaking of distracting." He murmured, leaning into the kiss. He cupped the side of Lee's face, running his thumb over his cheekbone. This was it, wasn't it? This was the confirmation he needed? That they had feelings for one another without the lure of alcohol or dancing too close? He pulled back after a few moments when he needed to breathe, picking up hints of Leon's cologne. "That was..." He breathed out, a soft laugh leaving his lips. "Wow."
Leon: He was so into the kiss he didn't even noticed Blaine pulling back, their lips still close and he could feel the other's body pressed against him, the heat going through him similarly to the dizzy feeling he had at the club. "Yeah... wow" He answered a little out of breath, his lips curling into a smile as he continued close to Blaine, his eyes lingering on his brother's lips before he met his gaze again, he could see he wasn't the only one that enjoyed the kiss even sober, he could see it from the way Blaine's breath seemed heavy now and the way his body was still melting into him. "But let me try again, yeah? You know, just to be sure" Leon raised one hand to his brother's chin, lifting slowly and then pressing softly his lips into Blaine's in a brief kiss. "Still damn good" He whisper against his lips, sucking his lower lip after and smiling to Blaine as he added. "Yeah, it's official, I really enjoy kissing you, drunk or sober".
Blaine: Blaine let out a short breath, letting his head fall to his brother's shoulder a moment. He breathed in the scent of his cologne, mixing with laundry detergent and skin before allowing Leon to tilt his chin into another kiss. A soft moan left his lips as he rocked his hips into the other's, his fingers gripping the back of his shirt. At this rate they weren't going to get any cooking done what's so ever. He laughed a little as he pulled back from the last kiss, putting a hand on his chest. "Alright." He smiled. "I'm cutting you off," He teased, stroking his lower back with his fingertips. "If we don't start dinner soon we'll never be eating anything. And as much as I might enjoy this," He presses a soft kiss to his lips. "I want to actually eat something tonight. So. Food." He reluctantly pulled himself away and started to boil water for the pasta.
Leon: When Blaine's hips rocked against his, Leon couldn't help groan from his throat, going for another kiss but suddenly the other was pulling back and stopping him, he grunted in discontent, making a pout as Blaine said about cutting him off. "You're really evil, B" He complained as his brother gave him a brief kiss and got away from him to start preparing the pasta. Leon leaned against the counter as he watched Blaine, a slight smile sliding upon his lips with the sight, before he decided to help and looked around. "Uh, Blaine? What do I do?" He asked, scratching his neck while he waited for his brother to instruct him, truth be told, Leon wasn't a very good cook.
Blaine: Blaine smirked over his shoulder at him, running a hand over the other's side before handing him a colander. "You make the pasta alright, you know how to do that, don't you?" He teased, a small laugh leaving his lips. He went over to the cabinets, deciding that he'd rather spend time with Leon doing...other things than making dinner. Jarred sauce would do tonight. He hummed a soft tune as he heated up some sauce on the stove as Leon stumbled through putting pasta together, smirking as he finally accomplishing his task. "Good job." He murmured, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind.
Leon: He was concentrated on the task until he felt arms wrapping behind him, luckly he was already done because there was no way Leon could do it with Blaine so close. "Hmm, I deserve a reward, don't you think so?" He murmured, soon turning around to face Blaine with a grin, his hands traveling down his chest to his stomach. "How much time until we get dinner done?" He asked, glaring at his brother's lips and then inclining his face to brush his lips against Blaine's. "Because I have some plans about what we can do later." He pulled the other closer by his waist, kissing him briefly and soon his lips were tracing down his jaw to his neck, lingering there before sucking on the pulse point at his throat, whispering close to his skin. "You look really hot tonight."
Blaine: Blaine shuddered, squeezing Leon's sides. God. He couldn't get enough of him. He found it so ironic that he'd been around Leon his entire life and something had just /clicked/ and changed everything. A sharp intake of air went into his lungs as Leon started sucking on his pulse point, a soft moan leaving his lips. He leaned into the touch, rolling his hips into it. "Fuck, Lee." He breathed, letting his eyes closed. "Speaking of hot." He let his fingers slip under the other's shirt, tracing skin of his lower back and yanking him closer. "We have...a little bit of time but...we can't let stuff burn on the stove." He mumbled, turning his head to capture Leon's lips in a hungry kiss.
Leon: Listening to Blaine moaning so close to him made his whole body warm, he let escape a small groan when his brother's hips rolled against his, pressing his tongue against the spot he sucked in his neck while his breathing was starting to get heavy once he felt Blaine's touch under his shirt, nodding slightly when he heard what the other said. "Yeah, got it" He managed to say before he had lips hungrily against his, his hips instinctively bucked against Blaine's one more time as he intensified the kiss. His fingers tightened around Blaine's waist before he was traveling it behind until he find his brother's ass, he squeezed and pulled against him, moaning against Blaine's lips at the friction it caused. "Shit." He gasped, breathing heavily into his brother's parted lips. "The things I wanna do to you right now, B." He admitted, so he pushed Blaine and turned him around to press him against the counter, his lips starting to trace soft kisses to his neck and suddenly he brought a hand to his brother's belt, his fingers teasing there on purpose.
Blaine: Blaine moaned, couldn't help it, his hips leaning into the other's touch. It was weird, all of this was weird but the less he thought about it the more he wanted to keep surging forward. He rocked his body into Leon's touch, shuddering at the sensations that traveled down his spine. Leon might have had his face but he was so /different/ in so many ways. He was....more rugged, rough around the edges, his curls were short and wild, eyes a honey dipped sunflower color, most of the time he had a scruff on his face that kept scratching him when they kissed. He was the bad seed, the soft heart underneath a ton of walls. While Blaine was 'the sweet charming one', Leon was the 'seductive bad boy'. But part of him worried that was all Lee wanted, to fool around. Blaine wanted something /more/, he didn't know if they were capable of having it but...it was definitely something he wanted to consider. "Lee," He moaned, "We need to..." He squeezed his waist, thumbs dipping below the waistband of his jeans. "Pasta." He squeaked as the water nearly boiled over the stove. He ran to take the lid off, wincing as the hot water hit his fingertips. "Ow." He turned the fire down, smiling sheepishly over at his brother. "See what kind of panic you cause?" He teased.
Leon: He was really into kissing Blaine and pressing his body against him, so of course he let out a loud groan of frustration as soon as his brother ran away from him. "Oh come on, B" He complained, following Blaine and grabbing his hand, they were supposed to figure it out how they felt about each other, of course Leon wasn't good at any of that stuff like talk about his feelings, but what he was good at it? Kissing and showing how much he did want Blaine, even if he couldn't understand really well yet what was going on with them, he just knew he wanted Blaine and screw the rest, right? So he brought his brother's hand to his lips and kissed lightly, his eyes on him as he stepped closer and grabbed him by his waist. "It was just getting good" He kissed his lips and then his jaw, breathing his brother scent. "Dinner can wait. Me, not so much".
Blaine: Blaine huffed as Leon tried to tug him away from dinner, feeling a little bit slighted as he was drawn back into his chest. He did like kissing Lee, he liked it /a lot / obviously... but they had to explore other things about one another too. He didn't want this to just be a physical attraction. Leon had trouble expressing himself with his emotions and Blaine had always been a bit emotions first compared to sex, unless he got caught up, but he wanted this...whatever it was, to be important. "Lee..." He swallowed, turning his head away so that he wasn't grabbing at him. He swallowed thickly, worried that this was the only thing Lee wanted. "Trust me, I want to kiss you and I'm obviously enjoying it far too much," He smiled softly. "Almost sacrificed the pasta but...but I..." He trailed off, nervously chewing on his lower lip. "I'm glad we're figuring this out together..." He touched Lee's chest, gently fisting his fingers in his shirt. "It's more than just.../physical/ attraction right?" His voice wavered, chest heavy with the worry of rejection.
Leon: He heard the voice of his brother changing and soon he felt the resistance to the kisses, Leon raised his eyebrows looking at his brother with curiosity, and as soon as Blaine started talking, he couldn't help but think that maybe he got it all wrong, maybe his brother didn't want to keep doing that and he suddenly had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. "But?" He asked apprehensive, swallowing hard as he waited for the worst. When he heard the question, he almost felt relief if it wasn't for Blaine's downcast expression, Leon raised his hand to hold the other's face, smiling softly as he answered. "B, you're my brother, ok? If I wanted just physical attraction I would be looking at other place and not with my own brother, right?" He sighed, the words were difficult to say since he had no idea how to express how he felt, how did people do this? "Uh I- I like you, /really/ like you... A lot, you know? I'm sorry I'm not good at showing it, I mean-" He shook his head and pulled away, looking around. "Fuck, this is supposed to be a date and I'm already trying to have sex with you, I'm sorry- It's not a surprise you thought that, huh? Shit, I'm sorry, B, we'll make the pasta and then eat dinner, whatever you want, yeah?"
Blaine: Blaine nodded, suddenly embarrassed that he had assumed otherwise. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his cheeks heating up to a bright pink as Leon pulled away from him. He didn't mean to say the wrong thing or push his brother away, this was just...sometimes this was all a little overwhelming. He still wasn't completely sure what they were doing or if Leon would suddenly change his mind and find this and him disgusting. He took a step forward, reaching for Lee's hand. He took it in his and laced their fingers, kissing the other's knuckles. "I want this, okay? I want this a lot. I just...I want to take it slow. You know?" He swallowed, reaching up to press a kiss to the corner of Leon's mouth. "Don't be sorry. Let's eat dinner and maybe a watch a movie on the couch and...see where the night leads us. Okay?" He smiled against his lips, nuzzling their noses in an eskimo kiss until Leon chuckled.
Leon: When Blaine laced their fingers together and kissed it, Leon couldn't help but to calm down then, smiling and nodding, he closed his eyes for a moment when the other's lips were against his own, liking the feeling of being close to his brother. "You're very cute" He mumbled, placing a brief kiss in Blaine's lips before pulling away and looking earnestly at him. "You don't need to be sorry either, ok? We can take things slow, yeah, I'd like that, I don't want to screw up, you know? Especially with you." He sighed while staring at his brother, he really didn't want to ruin things, because Blaine was special and Leon was usually the one who would do something wrong before everything went to shit, but not with his brother, even if he was scared of the depth of his feelings or how they would do to actually be together with all the complications, he wanted to try and he would make sure he wouldn't ruin anything. "Let's eat dinner then, and as long is a zombie movie, I'm cool with it." He joked, kissing slightly on the tip of Blaine's nose before smiling to him.
Blaine: Blaine smiled wildly and finished their dinner, eventually mixing pasta with the sauce heating up on the stove. He could feel Leon's eyes on him every once in a while, turning to look over his shoulder and connect eyes with him with a small smirk. He eventually sat them down on the couch with big bowls of spaghetti and a bottle of red wine. They only a had a little, not enough to get one another drunk but after they ate and finished their food, Blaine was too stuffed to move from the couch. He leaned against Leon's side, scrunching his nose up at him. "So...a zombie movie, hmm?" He teased, looking at the remote and grabbing it before he tried to find something on Netflix. "So that's what you want to do with our time?"
Leon: Leon chuckled when he heard Blaine talk about the zombie movie, he couldn't help but like what they were doing, sharing a simple moment like have dinner together and then sit on the couch side by side. "Well, at least try to be more excited" He joked, suddenly he was shifting his arm to lay across the back of the couch behind Blaine, and he really did like the new position. "I'm really digging this right now, so yeah, I don't care what movie we watch" His fingers started caressing slowly his brother arm, staring at him without being able to look away for a long moment, it was supposed to be wrong what they were doing, wasn't it? He didn't know if that was the reason why it was so good. "You can even pick a corny one, I wouldn't care, really".
Blaine: Blaine smiled over at him, leaning back until he could bring his legs up on the couch, leaning into Leon's side. He scrubbed his fingers through his own curls before he settled on a typical zombie movie, if that'd make Lee happy, and put the remote down on the coffee table. Between his full belly, the low lighting and Leon's warm body he was beginning to grow sleepy. "No, zombie one just for you." He hummed, pressing himself into his side. He breathed in slow and deep, enjoying the warmth of the other's body and the scent of his cologne. Blaine turned his face into the other's neck for a few moments, placing lazy kisses there.
Leon: When Blaine moved so he was pressed into his side, Leon relaxed and pulled him closer, listening to Blaine's breath against his skin and smiling when he talked. "You're the best" He murmured as the movie started at the screen, but he was more interested in how his brother started placing kisses on his neck and how good it felt, he hummed in appreciation, his fingers slowly caressing Blaine's back and he couldn't help but /like/ the way they were, it felt different but at the same time familiar because it was with Blaine. Leon realized that his brother's body was getting sleepy, he knew him too well, so he moved his hand to Blaine's hair, playing with some curls close to his neck, even distracting himself from the movie, the words slipping soon as he let himself be lost in the moment. "So we're gonna do this, right? I mean, you and me".
Blaine: Blaine hummed softly, his eyes slipping closed as Leon started to play with his curls. That was a complete weakness of his, a sure fire way to send him straight to sleep. He inched closer, like that was even possible, wrapping his arm around Leon's waist and tucking his nose and lips into his shoulder. "Yes." Blaine yawned, tugging a blanket down that was on the back of the couch over their bodies. "I really want to do this." He smiled softly. "You and me. You want to right?" He forced his hazel eyes open to look up at him, his fingers playing with the bottom of Leon's shirt, fingertips brushing over the skin on his side.
Leon: He smiled at how adorable his brother was all wrapped around him under the blanket, his fingers still brushing slowly through his curls and he couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky that Blaine wanted to do this with him. "Yeah, I want to do this too." He answered honestly, smiling down at his brother. "You and me together, right? That sounds really fuckin' awesome" He pinched slightly the other's nose before kissing the top of his head, bringing him closer to him, if that was still possible, and liking the way their bodies seemed to fit together.
Blaine: Blaine smiled sleepily, nodding his head before letting himself fall asleep. He cuddled into Leon's chest, enjoying the press and relax of the way his breathing matched his own. One of the last things he felt was his fingers through his curls, gently, holding him close as the blanket was lifted up to his chin. He'd take this sort of thing with Lee over a lot of other things he enjoyed any day.
Leon: He watched Blaine's eyes closing and when his breath started to slow down as he fell asleep in his chest, he didn't even noticed the movie as he ran his fingers through his curls and stared at the peaceful expression in his brother's face, he could be there for hours and not get tired. It didn't take long for Leon to decide to grab the remote and turn off the movie, careful to not wake up Blaine, and then he was sleepy too against his brother and kissing the top of Blaine's head, soon he closed his eyes and murmured a "Love you, B" before falling asleep.
Jesse was sure he was going to regret deciding to join his parents for dinner at Rachel’s dads house. Even the cab journey over there was seemingly never ending, his parents using the time to torture him with conversations he wanted no part in. His mother was never subtle and today was no exception. “She’s a beautiful girl, Rachel, don’t you think? I was talking to Hiram on the phone and apparently she’s single...” Jesse rolled his eyes, he could already tell this night was going to be a long one. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now, mom.” His father let out a sigh and turned to look at him.
“Me and your mother did see that thing on the tweeter the other day.”
“The tweeter?” Jesse frowned, confused.
“Yes, that website with all the tweets. The tweeter. There was a picture of you and her holding hands.”
“Oh. Well that... We’re just friends.”
“Friends that hold hands?” The woman quipped, raising a brow at her son. Jesse looked over to his dad for help, eyes wide. Taking his cue, the man cleared his throat, sitting forward to get his wife’s attention. “Debra, leave the boy alone, Jesse can make his own decisions.”
She continued, all but ignoring her husband. “I’m just saying, if he’s so adamant that there’s nothing going on between him and Taylor, it’s about time he got himself a nice girlfriend. One with a career, similar interests and darling fathers who are already acquainted with his nearest and dearest perhaps. It’d make the wedding so much easier than if he married some mess of a woman.. Like that TA we met at his last Berklee recital.” Jesse shook his head, desperately wishing he could be anywhere else. “You realise Rachel is Jewish right? ” He questioned, unsure how Rachel seemed to reach his parents standards when they were so obsessed with him having a big catholic wedding. His mother paused for a second, mulling over her thoughts before shrugging a shoulder. “No one’s perfect, dear. Besides, you can be very persuasive! Who knows if in a few years, when you start talking about having childr-” As the cab came to a halt Jesse’s head shot up, quickly changing the subject as he undid his seat belt. “Ok, we’re here! You promised you wouldn’t talk like this in the house, mom so please, no more.” He didn’t give her time to reply before jumping out of the cab and walking up to the door of the Berry house. Jesse rung the bell and straightened up his tie, checking his hair quickly in the reflection of a window.
The last place Jane Marie wanted to be in the world was staring at the beach house once more. Sitting in Lauren's car Jane had only returned at the coaxing of Lauren and Derek who had showed up at her father's place last night to talk her down. She wanted to go home, not even back to LA but back to Anaheim where her ex-step mother lived and just lay low for a few weeks. But she had Lauren's car so she didn't make it very far. Her father owned a condo in San Diego because his work's headquarters were here and though Jane was raised in Pasadena once her father and step-mother broke up her father moved to Malibu with his newest wife while her stepmom moved to Anaheim and Jane moved to LA to go to school. Jane didn't really associate a certain place with home but instead people. Her father and stepmonster were definitely not home. But the stepmother who raised her was home alongside Tristan, and at the moment Jane really wanted nothing to do with Tristan. Lauren however had put a stop to her plans and instead insisted that Jane come back to the beach house, that everything was going to be okay.
It didn't feel like it was going to be okay. Though Jane was toting some shopping bags, having indulged in some retail therapy courtesy of her dad's credit card, she really didn't feel much better than she had yesterday. There was only so much that new lingerie and swimsuits and dresses could numb and Jane had hit her limit and was still feeling quite sore. Stepping into the house she quietly thanked Lauren for allowing her use of her car and put her stuff away before making another move to escape the wretched house. She didn't know where Tristan was, not that she cared right now, but she knew she had to get out before she had to see him. "I'm going down to the beach, remember I'm not here" Jane reminded her friends before quietly slipping out of the back of the house new swimsuit on and sunglasses to block out the dark circles that had formed under her eyes from lack of sleep. If she could just avoid Tristan for another day or two then they'd get back to LA and Jane would figure it out from there.
