A little superhero!Klaine thing – HowardStark!Blaine and SteveRogers!Kurt :) When you're done, go and check out Patricia Sage's companion piece, 'Gifted'
"Why have you been avoiding me?" His voice is small and hurt, but it's also high and clear and beautiful. Fuck. "Do you not … like me … like this?" He gestures down to his body with his free hand, the other gripping your shoulder too tightly, pinning you to the wall. You follow the movement of his hand with your eyes, biting your lip as you take in just how tight that suit is, and how perfectly it shows off his new body … you feel the blood rush between your legs. He lets out a little gasp, pressing his body closer to yours, just to be certain. "Oh. Oh. So if it's not that then what is it?" You can tell he's trying to be serious, but you can hear the smirk in his voice, which is probably in response to the way you still haven't looked away from his body and you can feel yourself getting a little lightheaded.
"Blaine. Blaine, look at me. Up here," he says, cupping your face with his hand and forcing you to look up. His face it higher up than you're used to – everything about him is just bigger. You blink, your honey-gold eyes catching his baby-blues, and you feel yourself relaxing into his grip. "Please," he murmurs, his voice soft. "I can't do this without you."
"But I- I thought," you stutter, shaking your head to clear it. "I mean, I saw … Peggy. I saw the way you two were looking at each other … I thought-" his giggle cuts you off. He laughs again, louder this time, and even through your blush you can appreciate the beauty of the sound.
"Oh, Blaine Howard Stark, what am I going to do with you?" You stare blankly. "… You were supposed to respond with a cheeky comment which would make me gasp indignantly, but would eventually lead to us going back to your room and … is any of this ringing a bell?"
"Wait, wait, you still … want me … like that?" you're stunned.
"Well, yeah, Blaine, of course. That is, if you don't mind my … uh … modifications …" and with that he takes hold of your hand and presses it to his chest. You feel his muscles ripple under your touch and you let out a whimper. He drags your hand lower, lower until it's cupping him. "It seems that everything about me is just … bigger," he mock-whines.
"Yes," you growl after clearing your throat. "I can feel that," and you squeeze. He moans low in the back of his throat. Fuck. You lean up, steadying yourself on his shoulder as you stretch up onto your toes, your lips at his ear. You mouth hotly around the shell of it, relishing in his shudders. "My room. Now." You whisper, smiling to yourself as he nods mutely, allowing himself to be dragged towards your room.
You're hardly through the door before he's lifted you off your feet and pressed you against the wall so your mouths are at the same level, his tongue thrusting insistently between your lips. "So … uh …" you pant out as his kisses trail down your throat. "How about we get you out of that suit?"
When you're done reviewing (hint hint) go and read Patricia Sage's 'Gifted'!
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