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[mydarkside]

Who: compulsivetwin, blainewanderson, anyone else we want to invite
What: So, Sierra tells Hunter about a Warbler tradition: Prohibition Party. It's an underground party where the Warblers drink and do naughty things. Of course Hunter has to throw one.
Where: The warehouse that the Warblers sang "Animal" at during Sexy.Invitations were handwritten on black paper in red font

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[blainewanderson]

"Hey, everything looks amazing! Nice job!" Blaine enthused as he walked up to Hunter, clapping him companionably on the back, looking like he'd had just walked off the set of The Great Gatsby, down to the pink silk bow-tie with matching pocket-square and two tone wingtip shoes.

He smiled brightly at the other boy, running a finger along the brim of his hat. "Very authentic. I like it. Now I'm jealous. Will you let me try it on later?"

[blainewanderson]

Blaine hated being called on his rather lame lie, and it left him speechless, putting his head down against the cold, biting at his lip until it was red

[mydarkside]

Blaine wasn't necessarily going to New York? He just assumed that Blaine would. Kurt was there. The girl from New Directions that graduated last year, Rachel? She was there, wasn't she? Sierra would probably go there. Why wouldn't Blaine want to be with his friends?

Still, none of that mattered. Hunter's eyes widened at the confession. His head whipped up fast and he stared at Blaine, mouth agape. Blaine thought about him too? His mind worked fast, trying to wrap around the thoughts it was processing. Hearing what Blaine wanted him to do was rapidly having an effect on him. Something he was having trouble ignoring.

"Blaine, you're not a loser." As he watched Blaine walk away, he was shouting at himself mentally. Don't let him storm off! Reaching out, he grabbed Blaine by the arm and whirled him back into his arms. "Wait..." This was wrong. He knew it was wrong and he knew he should stop himself. He should, but he didn't. Tugging Blaine by the arm, he pulled the man over to the warehouse wall and pinned him there. "Blaine

[blainewanderson]

He had to be open to what would come, he was looking for a sign, of some kind, where he should go, what he should do. He'd most likely end up in New York, to be with Sierra. He applied to three schools there, it was the most likely choice. But his mother had insisted on Harvard, long shot there, and Cooper suggested USC, so he had applied there as well. Maybe California was calling him. Who knew?

Blaine made a small whimpering noise against Hunter's mouth, a moment of stiffness in his arms, scared, unsure, but then his fingers wound into Hunter's hair and he kissed him back, giving into the desires and feelings that had run rampant through him since their non-date. He pressed his body against him tightly, not even caring now that it was cold, or the wall hard, he just wanted to keep being kissed, teasing his tongue against the other boy's, a murmur of desire, the briefest inhale of breath before diving in again, eyes closed, basking in the moment, the reality of his dream.

[mydarkside]

Hunter didn't know where he was going. Of course, he knew where his parents wanted him to go. Yale. Harvard. NYU. Somewhere that he could really live up to the family name and do something with himself. Still, he didn't have any plans yet. He just wasn't ready to think about that yet.

Groaning lightly into the kiss, he had no problem pinning Blaine against the wall and keeping him trapped there. It may have been cold outside, but he felt warm in the other man's embrace. Soft lips pressed against Blaine's and one hand moved down to his hip, holding him firmly there. He didn't think. If he did, he might have stopped himself. Instead, he let his body just react, sucking on Blaine's tongue and wanting just to lose himself in that moment.

[blainewanderson]

Yale he wouldn't apply to because he didn't want to become his father. NYU was one of them, it would be funny if they ended up there together. Or strange.

Blaine let his fingers trail along Hunter's neck, over the pulse point above his collar, caressing, pressing harder against his body as he felt his hand on his hip, flooded with want, kissing him like his life depended on it, feverish. He couldn't think, he couldn't do anything but submit, never, ever wanting him to stop.

[mydarkside]

Funny. Strange. Maybe both. Anything like that, though, was thinking too far ahead for him. Right now he wanted to get through Dalton and Regionals and just enjoy his youth. The last thing he wanted to be was his father. He wanted to live.

And right now, he was living very well. "Blaine," he hissed into the kiss, pulling back only when he needed to breathe. He stared into the other man's eyes, panting slightly. His lips were red from kissing Blaine, his hair mussed up a little. What was he doing? He didn't even know. Part of it was anger. He didn't want Sebastian laying one finger on Blaine.

"Not. A. Loser," he growled out, before claiming the man's lips in another fiery, passionate kiss.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine wanted out of Ohio. Out of the Anderson manor. Out of everything that reminded him that he couldn't find a way to fit in anymore. But those thoughts had flitted away right now. He was right where he wanted to be.

He breathed out to respond, to make a jest that he was convinced, and if he ever had confidence issues again he'd know who to come to, immediately, but he was being kissed more, and it was doing all sorts of crazy things to his heart, making it beat erratically, and so hard he could hear it in his ears.

Blaine let his fingers trail down over Hunter's vest, wanting to pull at the buttons, but not quite daring, settling for sliding them down where his vest met his shirt, just to be closer to touching his bare skin, exploring his warm mouth avidly.

[mydarkside]

"Blaine..." Hunter groaned and pulled back, staring at him hungrily. "Wait..." His hands reached up and he wrapped his fingers around Blaine's wrists, stilling them. He sighed, not wanting to stop, but he knew they had to at least slow down. He didn't know what was going on, but he needed time to think. "I..."

"Ah, fuck it." Leaning down, he kissed Blaine again, hard. One hand moved to Blaine's suit, tugging the shirt out of his trousers and slipping his hand beneath. The skin felt warm, only causing to take away more of the cold. One hand drifted up to a nipple and he tweaked it with his thumb.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine just panted, looking at him wide-eyed, not trying to move his hands, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what the right words would be. Maybe he should apologize, something to make Hunter feel better...

But it didn't matter a second later, he was being kissed again, and God, Hunter's hands on his skin felt amazing, and he gasped against his mouth as his nipples hardened under his touch, thrusting his hips forward, already very turned on, aching with desire. Blaine wantonly let his free hand drop, gliding over the front of Hunter's expensive trousers, pressing, needing to know if he wanted this as badly.

[mydarkside]

A shiver ran through his body as he kissed Blaine. He'd never felt like this with anyone before. He felt alive. His whole body felt like it was on fire. As Blaine's hand moved lower, he felt just how much Hunter wanted this. His body betrayed him, reacting to Blaine in a way it never did before with a man. Strong hips surged forward, pushing into Blaine's hand, rubbing against his palm.

He knew he had to say something. He wanted to say something, but all he could do was react. It was like thinking just wasn't an option. His hands explored Blaine's chest, rubbing and tweaking with his fingertips while he kissed Blaine, something deep and passionate. Soon, they would have to move forward or stop.

[blainewanderson]

That was all the encouragement Blaine needed, obviously this wasn't a con (at least physically), or something he didn't want from him, and now the last several days he had spent trying not to obsess over Hunter and failing miserably were paying off. God he wanted him, run his tongue all over his body, taste him, feel him come, dying to know what he sounded like in the moment of orgasm

[mydarkside]

Hunter growled, arching his body into Blaine's touch. He had never wanted somehing this badly before. He felt like he was going to explode from it all. One hand drifted south, rubbing and cupping Blaine just as wantonly. Soft lips kissed to Blaine's ear, sucking on it with his teeth. Blaine felt so good, too good

[blainewanderson]

Blaine's thoughts were in a jumble, he had known that Sierra was attracted to Hunter, she had said so before, and he had kind of teased her about it, because he was her brother. What would she do if she found out what he was doing right now

[mydarkside]

"Okay, um, let me text Sierra."

"Wait, what?" His eyes widened and he pulled back. No, he couldn't text Sierra. He couldn't tell them. While waiting for Blaine, he reached up to run a hand through his hair. And yes, he paced a little. It was clear that as much as he wanted this, he didn't want Sierra to know. He wasn't completely heartless.

"I'm all yours..."Just hearing those words sent a shiver through his body and right down to his cock. Another groan escaped before he could stop it. "Blaine," he growled out, low and gutteral. It took every effort of his not to just grab Blaine and throw him to the ground. He knew that there would be consequences to his actions, but right now he didn't care. He was a young man, not an adult. Sometimes he would make rash decisions. This was one of them

[blainewanderson]

"I'm just asking her to get a ride with Trent. I don't know... how long we'll be...elsewhere," Blaine explained, more or less, there was a lot not filled in but there was a lot he didn't know either. He didn't know where this was going to go.

He whimpered when Hunter pulled away from the kiss, but he followed suit and fixed himself up, looking like nothing had happened at all between them except for the flush on his cheeks and the redness of his lips, easily explained by the cold.

Blaine followed a half a step behind, just touching Hunter's elbow with his hand, sort of a weird way to walk, but it was clear by his gait he wasn't in the holding hands, canoodling sort of mood. Or maybe he never was, Blaine didn't know, they were moving this so fast they hadn't done the proper dating first, but Hunter wasn't Kurt, and this was all new territory to learn and explore, one step at a time.