Chapter 2

A/N: First of all, a huge thanks to those who read the first chapter, and an even bigger thanks to those who reviewed it. Much appreciated.

Tossing his bag on Jesse's king-size bed, Blaine looked around him at the surroundings he knew so well. The room was large, with a lot of empty space (Jesse had taken most of his stuff with him to Los Angeles), but Blaine still felt extremely comfortable there. Of course, that didn't change the anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Nervously smoothing down his shirt, he strode into the en suite to inspect his appearance. He chuckled quietly at the lights which bordered Jesse's mirror, remembering the countless times he had mocked him about it. Jesse would always have a retort ready, although he had never become truly angry at Blaine. They never fell out.

"Snap out of it, Blaine," he whispered to himself, shaking his head and attempting to bring himself back to the present. He wondered when Jesse would be home. It wouldn't be the first time Blaine had been left waiting for him. Sighing slightly, he contemplated his options to pass the time. He wasn't in the mood to be the object of his mother's show-and-tell at that moment.

Still staring at his reflection in the mirror, Blaine allowed his gaze to rest on his slicked back hair. After just a moment's deliberation, he turned on the tap and waited for the water to heat up. Well, he didn't want to seem too different to Jesse – He was just ensuring the least possible amount of awkwardness. Not that it was ever awkward between them. Would this be awkward?

"Stop panicking!" he whispered, his head colliding with the mirror in exasperation. "Ouch!"

Ducking his head, he began to rinse the thick coat of gel from his hair. He tried with all his might to ease his growing nervousness, which was beginning to devour his excitement. It's just Jesse, he thought. What the hell are you worrying about?

When the last of the gel had trickled down the drain, he turned off the tap, grabbed a towel from the linen closet and dried off his hair. "It'll have to do,"he muttered, glancing once again at his reflection before striding back into Jesse's bedroom, humming softly to himself.

His breath caught in his chest when he saw the young man stretched out on the bed, rifling through Blaine's belongings as if they were his own.

"Still talking to yourself, Blainey?" Jesse leapt off the bed, grinning from ear to ear, and wrenched the younger boy into his arms. Blaine smiled into his shoulder, then yelped when the stronger man lifted him up and spun him around. Jesse set him back down gently, sniggering at the stunned face before him. "Aren't you going to say anything? Or are conversations more of a private thing for just you and the numerous characters inside your head?"

Blaine punched him playfully on the arm, smiling. "Long time no see, St. James," he smirked, jokingly adding, "I'm surprised you even remember me after all this time and all the exciting things I'm sure you've been doing without me this year."

"How could I ever forget my amazing best friend and protégé?" Jesse asked, mock-offended.

"Protégé? Really?" Blaine laughed. It was then he realised that Jesse's hands were still resting on his waist. Sighing, he looped his arms around his neck. "I missed you," he said in a quiet voice.

"I missed you too," Jesse whispered. "Um… Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Why is your hair all wet?"

"Oh, uh…" Blaine pulled away, embarrassed. "Well, you see, I had it gelled back, and I didn't…. I didn't think you would like it. I just thought… You know, things have changed enough," he stuttered. He hadn't stuttered all year, and now he was talking to the one person around whom he was most comfortable, and he was struggling to get his words out?

They stared at each other for a moment, until Jesse burst out laughing. Blaine rolled his eyes. "It's not funny! I was nervous, okay? I didn't know what to expect…"

"Oh my God, you're such a worrier. Honestly, Blaine, you were nervous? To see me?"

"We haven't talked all year, Jesse." Blaine looked down at his shoes.

"Yeah, I know." Jesse scratched his head. "Blaine, I don't know what happened these past few months, but…. You're still my best friend, you know?"

"I know," Blaine grumbled, "Although I think that's a rather condensed view of our messed-up relationship, don't you?"

Jesse rolled his eyes at this, snickering. "Can we save the in-depth analysis of our complicated bond for later? I'm hungry."

"Sure."

Dinner went by slowly, though it wasn't unpleasant. They talked about the Warblers, and UCLA, and after explaining where Jesse's father was (on a business trip, buying a yacht or house or something – Blaine wasn't really listening), Maria informed them of the life story of every one of their neighbours. Thankfully, Blaine's parents were too engulfed in the discussion about the affair the woman across the street was having with her gardener to bring up Kurt. He would tell Jesse about him at a later stage, when they were alone and the timing was right.

Occasionally, Jesse's hand would brush Blaine's knee under the table, often resting there for a minute or two. Blaine's whole body seemed to shudder at his touch, though it was anything but unwelcome.

After the meal, the two teenagers excused themselves from the table, making a beeline for Jesse's bedroom. Jesse stopped abruptly when they reached the door, causing Blaine to bump into him. Giggling, he watched as Jesse turned slowly to face him. He regained seriousness when he saw the pensive expression on the older boy's face.

"Blaine… I need to ask you something," he said cautiously. "I need to know - Do you have a boyfriend?"

Blaine froze at this. He did have a boyfriend. He most definitely had a boyfriend. So why wasn't he answering Jesse immediately? Why did he not want him to know about Kurt?

"No," he lied, fully aware of the trouble this would cause later, "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh," Jesse breathed, pausing for a moment before saying "Good."

And with that, he grabbed Blaine's hips, pulling him into the room and slamming him against the wall. Blaine grasped the curls at the back of Jesse's neck, smashing their lips together as his other hand shoved the door shut beside them.

It was as if their two bodies instinctively kicked into action, impulses eliminating all rational thought. Jesse's body glued itself to Blaine's, pushing his back flat against the wall. Both moaned as their half-hard members ground together. Blaine closed his eyes, opening his mouth and granting Jesse entrance. He groaned as Jesse's tongue swirled around his. God, this feels amazing, he thought.

He had forgotten all about Kurt, Rachel, and pretty much anything outside of this room. His hands clutched desperately at the taller man's shoulders as he felt Jesse's lips move along his jawline and down his neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin roughly.

"Oh, God," he panted, "Jesse, God, Jesse…" The older boy's talented hands were now running up and down Blaine's sides. Blaine whimpered as he felt one hand pushing the hem of his shirt up, gripping the skin of his lower back.

Blaine's hands trailed down the toned, muscular body they knew so well, fumbling with the button on Jesse's jeans. He slipped one hand into Jesse's boxers, taking hold of his throbbing erection.

"Blaine," Jesse gasped, burying his head into the shorter boy's shoulder. They were both breathing heavily now, overcome by lust. Blaine stroked him vigorously, making him pant and moan. Grinding into Blaine's hand, Jesse yanked open the button and zipper of Blaine's jeans harshly. He removed Blaine's hand from his boxers. Confused, Blaine let his head fall back against the wall and he fixed the man before him with a questioning look.

"Tonight is about you," Jesse whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "Now why don't I show you just how much I missed you?" Blaine grinned broadly as the tall man dropped to his knees, pulling his jeans and boxer-briefs down to his ankles in one swift, forceful movement. Jesse looked up at him as he stroked him gently. "You're amazing, Blaine," he breathed out. And with that, he took Blaine's member all the way into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out, sucking hard, and God, he was good at this.

Blaine closed his eyes tightly as he fell into ecstasy, Jesse's skilled mouth reducing him to a puddle of whimpers and moans. Jesse's tongue danced and twisted around his cock as he sucked.

As Blaine came closer and closer to breaking point, one of Jesse's hands moved to caress his balls, the other moving into his own pants to stroke himself as he listened to Blaine's groans of pleasure.

"Jesse, Jesse, God," Blaine choked out. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna… Jesse!" he half-screamed, half-whispered as his breath hitched in his chest. They came together, Jesse pumping his own cock as he swallowed around Blaine. When his cock became too sensitive, Jesse released it from his mouth, falling back into a slumped sitting position on the floor.

Blaine slid down the wall, panting heavily, not bothering to pull up his pants or underwear. They stared at each other through heavily-lidded eyes until Jesse stood up and went to clean himself off. Blaine staggered over to the bed, shoved his belongings onto the floor and collapsed onto it, still in pure bliss. Rolling onto his side, he tugged up his underwear lazily, kicking his jeans off and letting his eyes slip shut. After a few minutes, Jesse joined him, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. Neither was quite sure what to say, so they simply fell asleep in that position, Jesse holding Blaine like he had done so many times before.