THE WRISTS, THE CUFFLINKS AND THE (USUAL) HORNY BOY

After a long and thorough consideration, Leo has finally concluded, or better admitted to himself, that Blaine's wrists are sexy. The notion wouldn't be so embarrassing for him if he was moderately attracted to that part of Blaine like a normal person, but the problem is that Blaine's wrists have on him an effect he's not exactly proud of, which makes him uncomfortable and, consequently, angry because he always gets mad when he doesn't feel at ease – which happens pretty much all the time, considering that he's sixteen and also particularly awkward.

It all started one day that Blaine had just come out of the shower – apparently everything for them starts like that – and now he can't look at those wrists without wanting to jump Blaine's bones for hours. The man wasn't doing anything especially alluring. He was just trying to comb and disentangle his hair with a towel hanging dangerously from his hips. Leo's eyes fell on Blaine's wrists – big, solid and strong looking – and his thoughts immediately went back to the night before when in the midst of receiving a blissful pounding, he had looked down to see Blaine's tensed arm and, at the end of it, a strong wrist and an even stronger hand holding him in place. Something just exploded in Leo's head. The mere idea of that strength applied to his body had changed him somehow, even though he won't admit that to himself, let alone to anybody else.

From that moment on, the sight of Blaine's wrists – especially the one on which he wears his massive and expensive wristwatch – has always led to having wild sex with him on every available surface, mostly because Leo can resist only a couple of minutes before giving in to his raging (and quite instant) hard-on and demanding to be fucked long and hard. That usually isn't a problem because, as Leo is always ready to take it, so Blaine is ready to give it to him, even if smiling amused at his recently shameless requests – it was an hard road but Leo has finally reached the point of admitting he likes sex and he says it aloud when he wants it, which is always.

But right now it is a problem because Blaine is getting ready for an interview and it's already a miracle he let Leo stick around – Blaine usually never hangs out with Leo if he has to work because he's too scared someone could catch wind of who Leo really is – so Leo can't really make him late by jumping on him. He doesn't want to fight with him, things are going really good and they might even have dinner together when he comes back later. Still, Blaine is literally torturing him, even though he probably doesn't know he is.

Blaine always looks fancy, but not in the way Leo's father Kurt does. Kurt wears expensive but eccentric clothes – or at least he puts together normal pieces of clothing in an eccentric way – while Blaine mostly wears nice suits who makes him look like a model in one of those Italian fashion houses' ads. Except that he doesn't dress like that on special occasions or for a fashion show. He dresses like that every day. So, Leo got pretty much used to watch him walking around the bedroom as he wears his tailored shirts – which always fit him so nicely – and buckles up a belt that Leo will get to frantically unbuckle later. What he's not used to, and he wasn't expecting, are the cufflinks. They are two small rounded things that Blaine has to wear, quite obviously, on the cuffs of his shirt. And as Blaine buttons them up, Leo's eyes are magnetically attracted to his wrists.

“I shouldn't be long,” Blaine says. “Are you sure you can be alone in here without setting fire to everything?”

Leo is staring at that portion of his wrist that is still visible under the shirt, now complimented by the small rounded jewel. Blaine's tanned in a classy way – which means that, even if it's fake tan, he doesn't look orange – and that color looks even better against the candid white of the shirt. It's a small part of Blaine, but he can say without any doubt that he loves it. To be fair, he likes all parts of Blaine for different reasons – his neck and back are good to cling to, his ass is majestic and of course Leo would die for one of his non-mocking smiles – but with the sole exception of his cock, the wrists are without any doubt the part of Blaine he prefers.

“Leo?” Blaine turns to look at him, still busy with the cufflinks on his right wrist that are giving him problems. “Did you hear what I said?”


Leo nods without looking away from his personal piece of heaven. “Yeah, house, fire,” he nods with extreme conviction. “I'll reduce everything to ash.”

“Leo!” Blaine turns around and frowns. “My eyes are up here, do you mind?”

Leo swallows and tears his eyes away from those wrists and looks up. He looks a bit lost and more than a bit horny, to be quite honest. Or at least that's what he thinks he looks like. He doesn't see himself in the mirror. He feels horny though, a lot. His pajamas pants are starting to get tight. “I'm sorry. No, I heard you. I won't break anything and I won't show my face outside. I'll be right here or on the couch, playing video games.”

“Good,” Blaine says, still frowning. “What's wrong with you? Are you okay?”

Leo nods again as he tries to sit in a more comfortable position. “Yup. Don't worry.”

Blaine doesn't seem convinced – he's always very attentive to Leo's mood and attitude, he never misses when something is not right – but he doesn't have the time to investigate right now, so he sighs. “Alright. Tonight we can order in if you want. Damn, these things are not working,” he sighs impatiently, taking off the obviously faulty cufflinks. “Do me a favor, grab some other cufflinks from my drawer, please.”

Leo welcomes the distraction and he crawls to the edge of the bed and then down from it. He walks barefooted inside the huge walk-in closet and reaches the chest of drawers that's entirely dedicated to accessories. There's an entire drawer of cufflinks in there that Leo had never seen before. There are at least fifty pair in it, each of them different. Some of them are rounded, just like those Blaine tried on, some of them are rectangular and triangular. Some of them are shaped like things: flowers, skulls and even his initials BA. He brushes those perfect little jewels with his fingertips and then he chooses a black rectangular pair.

He goes back holding them in his hands like two tiny pebbles. He's about to give them to him, but then he gets an idea. “Let me,” he says softly.

Blaine chuckles. “I didn't know you knew how to button cufflinks.”

Leo doesn't, but he figures it out pretty quickly and the cufflinks are buttoned before he can even know it. Still, he doesn't move away. Blaine's proximity makes his whole body sing. It reacts to his presence in the only way it knows how. It's not just the wrists, it's everything about him. Leo looks up and swallows, his lips quivering just a little bit in the effort of keeping himself under control and failing. “There, you're ready.”

Blaine smiles tenderly and grabs him by his chin to kisses him. Leo moans softly, protesting a little bit because that's only going to make things worse. Still, he gives up, eventually, enjoying what little he can have right now. “You're so needy,” Blaine comments, but there's no mocking in his voice. More wonder, perhaps.

“Shut up,” Leo mutters, blushing. “It's your fault. Of you and your wrists!”

Blaine chuckles. “Mh, let's see if I can atone for the sin of my wrists,” he murmurs, turning him around and making him face the mirror. “I don't have time to give you all you want, which I suspect is me inside you—“ Leo groans comically, closing his eyes and Blaine chuckles again. “But I can help you make the wait that's ahead of you a little less stressful.”

Usually, anything less than complete penetration is completely unsatisfactory for Leo – who's a very, very demanding partner – but this morning he knows for sure he can't have that, so anything will do. Luckily for him, Blaine is good enough to make everything worth it. Leo relaxes against his chest while Blaine slips a hand inside his pants, finding his cock ready. He moans when Blaine's fingers close around his shaft and he closes his eyes, unconsciously already thrusting in the warm hollow of his closed hand.

“Mhm-mh,” Blaine shakes his head, leaving a kiss on his temple. “Open your eyes, kiddo. Look at us.”

Leo looks at him through their reflection as Blaine strokes his cock nice and quick, following the pace of his desperate need. Then, quite inevitably, he looks down and the mere sight of Blaine's wrist instantly sends him over the edge. He moans softly again as Blaine pulls him to himself and hugs him tight, letting him close his eyes this time. “That's all for now,” he whispers softly against his cheek. “It'll be better tonight.”

Now pacified, Leo thinks he can wait.