CALLETH YOU, COMETH I

Looking at Cody is impossibly hard. For a lot of reasons it has always been. Back then, the first time they met, Blaine couldn’t look at him because in the way Leo acted around him he could see the love they shared, and he was jealous of it. Then, when they met again in New York, looking at him was hard because of how much he looked like Leo, or better, how much Blaine wanted him to look like Leo, and how much their similarities hurt him.

Now it’s different. It’s different, and scary. Because it shouldn’t be happening. Not now, or ever.

They never managed to say goodbye to each other, that could be a reason, or at least, that’s what Blaine thinks as he helps him settle in the room he and Leo booked for him at the same hotel they booked room at for every other guest for the wedding. They never managed to say goodbye, so the brief thing they had in New York, the closeness they shared, the warmth they exchanged, all those kisses, and the hugs, and the sex, and— God, Blaine shouldn’t be thinking about this now, all that never managed to end. To find a closure of its own.

It’s been left hanging over their heads, and they thought they could leave it open like that because they didn’t think they would see each other ever again.

They were wrong.

“You… you sure you’ll be fine here on your own?” Blaine asks, leaving Cody’s heavy luggage beside his bed and then hiding both his hands in his pockets, both to prevent them from doing something he would surely regret, and because he wouldn’t know what to do with them now that they’re free.

“Sure,” Cody answers. He looks down, trying to hide behind the longer locks of straight black hair falling down his forehead and cheeks. He’s still so cute, he hasn’t changed a bit from the last time Blaine set his eyes on him. God, just looking at him now is making Blaine’s insides warm and tied up in a painful knot. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he whispers, clearly trying to get Blaine out of the room before something very bad happens.

That’s when Blaine feels it. The moment Cody walks closer, trying to push him out the room without even touching him, a familiar shock of electricity runs up and down his spine, and he knows that whatever happens right now, may he kiss Cody or not, may he touch him or not, may he fuck him or not, the damage is already done. The need is already there. The point, now, it’s only whether to satisfy it or not.

And he’s never been one to say no to his needs.