The One Where Blaine Tastes Like Christmas
Can you imagine having Christmas everyday? It's like tasting the sprinkles on a sugar cookie, like the peppermint in my Mocha. It's almost like tasting fruitcake, only this one doesn't suck. It's sweet, plentiful. It's everything yet nothing at all. But of all the things his kiss could be, it simply is just... Blaine.
We're lying on my bed in the midst of winter, just after Christmas. I'm lying on my back, flat against the bed. Blaine is hovering over me with his forearms resting on the bed on either side of my head. One of his legs is situated between mine and the other is pressed against my left side. We're sharing light and passionate kisses.
His soft pink peppermint flavoured lips are cool from the mint lip balm he uses. They taste like crisp red and white candy canes. It's delicious. They also taste like chocolate from the hot cocoa we just finished drinking. The mint flavour is concentrated on the outline of his lips while the cocoa can be tasted on the inner part. I flick my tongue out softly to lap at the chocolate.
His lips press against mine eagerly, gently working them open with precise tact. I tease him for a little while by trying to keep my lips squeezed shut, but he brings a cool hands up to stroke my cheek and I melt beneath my own personal furnace, also known as my boyfriend.
He laughs deep and throaty; it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I want to say something but it comes out as a strangled moan and Blaine uses that opportunity to let his tongue slip into my mouth as he traces my teeth.
He now tastes like sugar and cinnamon; almost like fruitcake that isn't nasty. I gently suck on his tongue trying to get more of the delicious flavour into my mouth. He releases a breathy moan and I instantly smell the French vanilla coffee on his breath. The scent is overwhelming my brain; I'm no longer able to form coherent thoughts, but the one clear thing that flashes through my mind is Christmas.
"Holy jingle bells my boyfriend tastes like Christmas" I whisper aloud into his mouth as he presses first-snow-fall-light kisses around the corners of my mouth. It had just slipped out but Blaine had caught it; or at least he'd caught that I'd said something. He didn't look like he was doing much better in the coherent thought department.
"Everything alright darling?" he asks me softly. His eyes are wide, darker than normal… almost like chocolate; with specks of green, like mint. His eyes were like mint chocolate and he tasted like Christmas. I couldn't help it when I burst out into hysterical laughter.
He rolls off of me to his spot on the bed. He crosses his arms and looks at me laughing with a huge pout on his face; the one the kids wear at the store when their Mommies and Daddies say they have to wait until Christmas to get their presents. It's priceless.
I clutch the sides of my red and green striped winter sweater, trying to get the pain in my sides to subside. I hadn't laughed so hard in a very long time; it isn't everyday you discover your boyfriend tastes like Christmas, it's great.
"Is there a reason you started laughing at me in the middle of us making out?" Blaine asks timidly. I can see the self consciousness written all over his face and instantly I start to feel bad.
"Oh no, honey I'm not laughing at you!" I try to explain. I crawl into the space between his legs and rest on my knees in front of him. My hands rest on his chest toying at his tacky Christmas sweater.
"Are you sure because that's what it looked like to me," he pouts again. His tone is icy like winter and I really need to stop comparing Blaine to Christmas things but it's just too easy.
I lean down swiftly and steal and Christmas flavoured kiss from my Christmas flavoured boyfriend. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks that are rough with stubble as I work my lips against his frosty ones. Again I taste the chocolate and mint and this time there is something else. It's… Blaine.
"I'm sure" I whisper against his open mouth. It's breathy and high pitched because even that one simple kiss stole my breath straight from my lungs. "You taste like Christmas" I giggle with a peck to his lips once I regain my steady breathing ability.
"I beg your pardon?" he asks in his totally confused puppy tone. It's adorable, especially the way his big mint chocolate eyes widen as he questions my sanity.
"Vous le goût de Noël" I announce to him. Something flickers in his eyes before he's flipping me over so he's on top of me again and I have no power to move under his firm but gentle grip; not that I'd wanted to move anyways.
"English please?" he growls, growls into my ear. I moan, it's broken and sloppy but it's the best I can do when Blaine's pressing his entire body down on mine and he's whispering into my ear with his hot breath cascading down my neck.
"I said you taste like Christmas!" I mutter trying to attack his mouth with my own kisses. Another flicker in his eyes but this time, it's different. It isn't controlled by lust or want, but love. It's like turning on the Christmas lights you've been working all day on setting up just right for the very first time. It's magical and beautiful.
"I taste like Christmas?" he ponders again. The 'lights' in his eyes are sparkling; it makes his beauty stand out beyond anything I've ever seen in my life. The flicks of mint are animated against the dark, rich colour of chocolate. It's a sight to see.
"Yes, your lips; they taste like sweet mint and dark chocolate. And your tongue tastes like candy canes and sugar cookies. And your breath smells like coffee and all together it kind of tastes like delicious fruit cake, if that's even possible," I explain.
"Good to know" he giggles as he kisses me once more. I should have known it would go straight to his ego. But I didn't mind, if it got me more kisses I was happy.
"It's fantastic, just think; even though Christmas is over I'll still get to have a little bit of it every time I kiss you" I brag as I punctuate each word with a kiss.
"I love you Kurt, even if you're a little crazy and think I taste like Christmas" he pokes fun at me. Although I know he secretly loves it; I can see it in his eyes, and in the way his cheeks flush red like cranberries. "Besides, to me, you taste like autumn" he giggles before attacking my mouth again. I'm too lost in his lips to ask him about it, but I definitely will ask him later. But not now, now I get to enjoy Christmas… again.
So that was the first one, I hope you liked it! Please leave a review and Happy December!
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