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Chapter 4 - The Beach

I roll over in my bed and before I even open my eyes, I know something is wrong. There is too much light streaming into my room. My eyelids are glowing. I take a sneaky glance at my alarm clock and then bolt upright in bed. Its 10:54 am. This is shocking news. I have never slept this late. Like ever. Usually my dream wakes me around 6 am when I start screaming. But I didn't have a dream last night. At least not one I can remember right now. I start to hyperventilate when I realize I have an hour to get ready before Blaine arrives for our lunch...date. Is it a date? I don't know, I think so. I hope so.

I can't think about it right now. I have to get ready. I jump from my bed and scurry into my living room. Thankfully, I keep my small apartment tidy, so I don't have to worry about straightening up before he arrives. I glance around quickly and immediately feel calmer. I love my apartment. I decided during the summer between junior and senior year at NYADA that I needed a place of my own. Rachel thought I was crazy when I told her I was looking in Brooklyn. She said she would never leave Manhattan again. I support her decision but it wasn't the right one for me. I pay almost $800 less in rent a month than she does. She doesn't mind because she's happy shopping at the Gap and scoring the occasional designer piece of clothing at a deep discount. I, on the other hand, will not sacrifice my superior taste in fashion just so I can have the right address. Besides, I adore the quieter streets of my neighbourhood and the train ride into the city everyday. Oh, the train. Oh, Blaine. Right, I'm suppose to be getting ready. Crap.

I walk into my kitchen to make a quick cup of coffee. Surely I have time for that. While my Keurig prepares a latte, I admire my apartment once more. It really is my own private oasis. I knew the second I step foot into this place that it would be my home. The floors are a pale wood, almost the colour of sand. I used that as the inspiration for my interior design. I chose a bright, yet pale shade of blue for the walls in the living room. The kitchen is a sunny yellow. The over sized windows all have billowy white curtains, with blackout blinds behind, because this may be Brooklyn but the neon signs still do not sleep. All my large pieces of furniture are earth tones, like rocks you'd find at the beach. I think the thematic design of my apartment is obvious and wonderful. Yet none of my guests has ever commented on it. I don't know if its because its so obvious they'd feel stupid saying something or if its gone completely unnoticed. Heck, I even found a soft fleece blanket with bright multi-colour stripes that I use as a throw on the sofa. It reminds me of the beach towels you see in old movies.

I grab my latte and head back into my bedroom. I figure I should choose an outfit before I shower. I hate standing around feeling cold, while I debate with myself about the best combination of clothes for the day's activities. It really should be an easy choice today, a lunch date is so much simpler than an evening one to dress for. Its a beautiful September day, so I choose a thin blue cashmere sweater, its the perfect compliment to my eyes. This is not vanity, it is fashion sense. Part of knowing what will look good on you is knowing why. I grab my favourite pair of skinny dark blue jeans and a simple black belt. I debate about adding a scarf, but think it will look overly fussy for the middle of the day. I'll add my simple cream coloured fall coat on the way out the door and my black lace up boots that I've had since high school. Wonder if Blaine will recognize them? Oh, there is so much I wonder right now...

I'm just pulling my sweater over my head, being extra careful not to disturb my perfectly styled hair, when I hear my buzzer go. I glance at my clock - 11:56 am - well, he's still as punctual as ever. I run over to my intercom and buzz him in, run back to my room and pull on my pants, then run to the door to let him in.

I fling the door open before he even has time to knock. "Hey, I still need a minute. Come in and make yourself comfortable. Be right back." I rush into my bedroom before he can really check out my outfit and before I can check out his. I hear the apartment door close and him walk over to my couch to have a seat.

I stand in front of my full-length mirror and take a few deep breaths. Blaine is sitting in my living room. Blaine is sitting in my living room. Blaine is...okay the breaths are not working to calm my heart down or lessen the flushed look of my face. I meet my own eyes in the mirror and see them sparkling with excitement. I never dared to hope that this day would come. I had him in my dream every night, so I never imagined that I could have him in reality as well. Things just don't work out like that. Do they?

I give myself one final nod of approval and walk back into my living room. Blaine is sitting with perfect posture on my couch. I can't help but wonder if its nerves or something else that has kept him from reclining into a more comfortable position. He actually stands when he catches sight of me entering the room. I'm delighted to see that his manners are just as courteous as ever. Plus, now that he's standing, I can get a better look at what he's wearing.

We were clearly thinking along the same lines with respect to our attire today. He opted for a fitted black t-shirt that hugs his chest and shoulders in all the right places. Its a v-neck, so I can see just a few of his dark curly chest hairs poking out the top. The effect is extremely distracting to my brain. My eyes linger for a few extra heart beats before moving downward and perhaps, that wasn't the best direction to move in because his jeans are also black and fitted. They are not as tight as mine, but they still leave very little to the imagination and well, I don't really need to imagine do I. I remember quite well the perfectly shaped ass that is currently being hugged by that denim. I begin to think about his other perfectly shaped body parts tucked into those denim pants and my eyes automatically fly upwards. I do not want to blush in front him, at least not yet. It is inevitable, but I can try and put it off for a few more minutes. Our eyes meet. I had forgotten how bright they could shine when he's happy. He looks so happy right now and I feel my heart swell in my chest. A huge smile spreads across his gorgeous face causing the glow in his eyes to increase and now its like staring directly into the sun. I have to turn away. I break the connection and he sits down again. This time reclining fully.

"So do you have drinks with umbrellas in them to go with this beach motif, or is that something you save for special guests only?" He's laughing to himself about how clever his joke was.

I cross the room in four easy strides and throw myself at him. He's not expecting this response, heck I wasn't planning this as my hello. But he had me at beach motif. I crash my lips into his and straddle him on the couch. The kiss is all passion and heat. His hands are gripping my hips again, reminding me of the small bruises he had left there just the day before. I tangle my hands into his hair, which is completely gel free today. I feel the heat from our mouths begin to spread throughout my body. I pull back slightly, not ending the kiss but needing to see Blaine. There is a fire burning in his eyes, the amber glowing hot. Suddenly I feel that this isn't enough. I know my own eyes will look like the ocean during a storm, and the two elements, fire and water, collide between us. I feel myself drowning and burning at the same time as I am transported to a world where it is just me and Blaine. There are no rules of etiquette here or a history so filled with anguish that we should be crying on each other's shoulders. This is a world, where our heart's desire each other above all others and our skin craves a touch it had thought it would never feel again.

I thrust my hands up inside his shirt. I feel the firmness of his chest, how it has solidified since the last time I felt him. But even the contact of his flesh is not enough to calm the storm raging inside me. I suck hard on his neck, just under the collar of his shirt and trail my hands downward. Without a moment of hesitation and without asking permission, I undo the button and zipper of his fly. He lifts his hips upward, so that I can easily pull his pants and underwear downward. That's all the confirmation I need. I wiggle down his chest and whoa, someone had a growth spurt. Blaine actually chuckles at my blatant staring at his substantial cock. Two can play at this game, and I suck him into my mouth whole. Blaine's chuckle turns into a delicious growl as I lick from bottom to top. And oh god, the moment his pre-cum hits my taste buds my entire body hums. I have been searching for this taste for far too long, and with too many other men. My entire body is electrified, Blaine's cum acting like a drug that I had been in withdrawal from. I continue to lick and suck and Blaine begins to thrash and every memory of every blow job I had ever given him comes rushing back. I hallow out my cheeks and relax my throat. Then I reach under him and squeeze that perfectly shaped ass. He understands immediately, it had always been our signal, and he begins to fuck my mouth. His movements are slow at first, so I give him another squeeze and he picks up speed. I can feel tears prickling in my eyes and it isn't from any sort of pain but from the overwhelming feeling of being home, which is maybe the worst thing to think while a guy has their dick down your throat. But its Blaine.

I know this is wrong. Or at least, other people would think this is wrong. We haven't even spoken and yet we've now given each other blow jobs. I don't know what he does for a living but I know what his cock looks like. I don't know if he's happy with his life but I know what sound he makes when he's shooting cum down my throat. And for a moment, I don't care about what is right or moral or self-respecting. All I care about is that I'm on my knees in front of Blaine and he's writhing with a pleasure I caused. For those few moments, the heartache is healed and the love is whole.

I sit back on my heels when I feel his body relax. He quietly pulls up his pants and straightens his clothes. I can feel a strange awkwardness settle in the room and seep its way between us. Suddenly everything that seemed so clear only a few moments ago, is now clouded in a fog. I shake my head, trying to regain the clarity but the fog clings to every inch of my brain.

I stand up and sit on the couch beside Blaine. He looks like perhaps the uncertainty has spread to him as well. He blushes and smiles awkwardly. I'm instantly reminded of our teenage selves after our first kiss. He has the same bashfulness and awe reflected in his face.

"Should we go grab some lunch?" His voice is shaky and he doesn't meet my eyes.

"Yeah." I stand and make my way toward the door. He walks up behind me. I reach for my coat and he immediately takes it from my hands, holding it out for me to slip into. Always the gentleman. I open my apartment door and we walk out into the harsh light of reality.