exsiliumlogs | It's gonna be a partaaaay-

Date & Time: December 17th; All Day
Location: Blaine's new ~~shack~~ abode
Characters: Blaine Thorps + Apollo
Summary: Shenanigans. Horrible decorating, probably food, potentially sex, traumatizing roommates who come home, ect.
Warnings: Potty mouth and innuendo errwhere. Blaine and Apollo have a long list of warnings

Blaine had more or less plastered over, stopped up, repaired, or put a temporary patch on all the cracks and holes that had allowed an artic-like breeze to blow through the new place he'd found to stay. It was further out into the wilderness than he might have liked, but considering how the place was less than sound proof, it was probably better for everyone else who might have lived nearby. Except Gordon. The poor bastard was stuck, but that was his own fault. He'd agreed to keep being his roommate and for that the blonde was glad. He didn't actually want to live alone and probably shouldn't be trusted to.

And speaking of alone, the only reason he was currently without company was because Apollo was in transit. Christmas decorating was a thing that was happening because the place was too goddamn dreary. As much as he liked a natural look sometimes, there was too much brown, gray, and white. There was a banging on the door and he immediately went to the door and opened it.

"Welcome to my humble little shack~" he greeted, waving her and the giant dog in. "I hope you're ready to make it look fucking fabulous."

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He could have left it there, but Blaine wants to run a hand through her hair. He just likes to touch, and if she's not adverse he'll get most of it out. Then stick it to her shirt.

"All you need is a bow. You're cute just how you are," he says with a laugh. "If we put glitter on you, you'll be finding it in crevices for weeks."

"Does puttin' a bow on me make a decoration or a present?"

She's not at all the kind of person who would be adverse to being touched - personal bubbles mean pretty much nothing to her anyway, so Blaine will find he can get away with just about anything he wants when it comes to touch.

"I dunno, I've had sand everywhere a million fuckin' times before and I survived that shit, glitter don't sound that bad. Sounds a lot less scratchy and a lot more colourful, really."

There's a curl of his lip that runs towards a lecherous kind of amusement at that question. "Now that all depends on you, hermosa."

At the mention of sand everywhere he shakes his head. "Sand is gritty and uncomfortable, but it doesn't compare to the sharp corners of glitter stabbing you in the taint, let me tell you." Because of course he would know this.

"In that case, I'm definitely a present." The smile on her face and the answer she gives certainly fall under that same kind of amusement as well.

"Glitter's really that sharp?" She doesn't even bat an eye over how specifically knowledgeable on the topic he is, because hey she's gotten up to some weird things herself okay. "What's it even fuckin' made of?"

Blaine reaches up with a hand to let his fingers skim her jaw for a second. "A present that keeps on giving, I hope."

His eyes scan her face, but then he was giving her a grin. "I have no idea what it's made of. Some kind of metal? Plastic? It sticks fucking everywhere and no matter how good you think you cleaned, you'll find a speck attached to your ass days later. Or your foot."

"Absolutely." Her head tilts the tiniest bit into the touch when his fingers run over her jaw - a subtle movement, but when paired with her grin, her maintained eye contact, and her answer, well. It's telling enough.

But now she's curious too. "Sounds like you've had some serious battles against glitter before, huh?"

"Glitter is the herpes of the art world. And the gay world. It's everywhere, sticks to every thing."

His hand slides up to cup her face. His smile is warmer now as he gets closer to her. There is one thing that doesn't need much encouraging before it gets fired up: his libido.

"My battles against glitter are legendary, but I've conquered it every time."

"Is it?" Apollo's still listening and asking about the glitter, but she sounds and looks distracted. It's his hand that she's paying more attention to of course - and she's reactive even to such a simple touch, her body language open and encouraging him to come closer.

"I'm sure you have." Still distracted, still smiling. "Got anything else legendary 'bout you or what?"

She's distracted from his words, but she's very attuned to what he's not saying. Blaine stares back into her two-colored eyes and leaned down. His fingers slide around the back of her head and tangle in the hairs at the nape of her neck.

"Yeah, I've got something legendary," he replied before he attempted to give her a kiss.

The words are barely out of his mouth and the attempt at a kiss is barely even halfway to her when Apollo leans forward and captures his lips with hers, on her own accord. She shifts her body a bit closer to Blaine's as she kisses him, not enough to press them together but enough at least to show she wants more.

Even though the fingers at the back of her neck make her melt a bit, she still has a fairly commanding aura to her because of the way she so quickly tried to put herself in charge.

Eagerness is excellent and he returns it in kind. He presses to deepen the kiss, lets his fingers wrap more firmly in her hair, and he'll close the distance between them with pleasure.

When it comes to commanding auras they were going to have to battle it out. Certainly an enjoyable one that he'll gladly lose eventually, he's sure, but it takes a strong personality to not be overwhelmed by him. His other hand reaches forward to grasp her hip.

[ woops cute turned into smut here's a nsfw link! ]

It's gonna be a partaaaay-

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