CHRISTMAS DISAPPOINTMENT LEADS TO LUST NONETHELESS

Blaine always comes up with the greatest things for Christmas. It happens to be a very important festivity for him, he once forced Leo to sit on the couch through the whole afternoon as he listened to him explaining why.

Basically, Christmas used to be this sort of big happening when mama Anderson was alive. She hadn't much of a life, from Blaine's point of view. This pretty, classy young woman, coming from a decayed noble family and forced to marry a man ten years older than her she cared for but definitely didn't love, mostly spent all her days entertaining high society pricks in her royal sitting room in what Blaine always likes to refer to as "Anderson castle" (though really, Leo saw it, it's more of a manor than a proper castle), and that was how her afternoons passed, day after day after day, until around Christmas.

Apparently, in addition to having such a personal life story that people wouldn't believe she even existed in the first place whenever Blaine talked about her, she wasn't much of a motherly soul (Blaine kept repeating nanny Clea was the closest thing to a real mom he ever had), but once a year, just during Christmas, she seemed to let instinct take over her plastered soul, and, filled with good will and loving spirit (and, Blaine would swear, some alcohol too), she turned into this incredibly sweet creature keen on house-decorating and children-loving. She used to spend hours just planning everything since Christmas Eve to the next day's lunch, and Christmas was basically the only time of the year she refused to have guests around the house, which had to be exclusively destined to her husband and her beloved sons.

Blaine doesn't remember much about his mother, but this Christmas addiction somehow stuck with him, which is why Leo is so excited today. It's their second Christmas together (well, not exactly the second they've spent together at all, considering that Blaine's been a constant presence in his life since he was six, but the second they spend together as a couple), and since for the first one Blaine took him to a fucking cruise in the fucking Caribbean sea, Leo feels entitled to expect something even bigger this time.

That's why he's so disappointed when, on the 26th afternoon (they're not allowed to see each other on the 24th and on the 25th anymore, of course, since Leo's parents found out about them and decided that a routine that had worked perfectly for the previous ten years had to be dismissed because, all of a sudden, Kurt's ex high school boyfriend was fucking his son), Blaine's ridiculously huge car stops right in front of a place he knows way more than just well.

"The Holiday Inn," he says, turning around to look at Blaine with very unimpressed eyes, "Are you kidding me?"

"What?" Blaine chuckles, getting off the car and waiting for Leo to join him before giving the keys to the parking attendant, "Aren't you happy to see home?"

"First, the fact that we spend most of our time together in this place doesn't actually make it home," he corrects him, frowning, "And then..." he sighs, annoyed, "We're always confined here like we're prisoners or something. I got that we can't just walk out for a stroll around town 'cause you're old and I'm young and everybody would look at us and judge..."

"You're such a sweetheart, Leo," Blaine chuckles, leading him inside the hotel and only then daring to hold his hand.

"Whatever," Leo shrugs, "What I mean is that I'm okay with spending our time here, but at least during Christmas holidays we could do something different! Like last year!"

"Last year we both needed a break from Lima, kid," Blaine smiles at him, approaching the reception. Leo knows he's right. He knows he hadn't really planned the cruise, that it was just a side effect of how awful the Christmas lunch with the family had turned out to be, a reaction to the pressure Blaine had felt over his shoulders before, during and after that, but he can't help but think he'd prefer to go through another hundred family lunches instead of passing another hour locked up in their suite. "This year," Blaine goes on, apparently oblivious to Leo's disappointment, "I wanted to spend the holidays with you alone."

Leo looks up at him, blushing a little. It's not often that he hears Blaine say things like this, and he takes a moment to bask in the ridiculous, embarrassingly childish feeling of pure happiness and satisfaction that always fills him up when Blaine makes him feel wanted and needed.

"Okay..." he admits, chuckling lightly, "That's cute. But still, you've always been doing all these great things for Christmas! I mean, let alone last year, d'you remember that year, I was ten, I guess, you showed up dressed in a Santa Claus costume, with a sleigh and real reindeers, I mean, how cool was that?"

"Do you want me in a Santa Claus costume, kid?" Blaine mocks him, smirking at him, "Because that can be arranged for later."

"Shut up," Leo frowns, punching him on his arm.

Blaine asks the receptionist for their usual accommodation - the suite Leo believes Blaine secretly bought, paying in cash, in order to always have a place to drag Leo to whenever he feels horny - and they're in front of the door less than five minutes later. Blaine's excited - Leo can feel it on his own skin, as if Blaine's emotions were able to find their way through the space in between them to reach him - and so Leo smiles, thinking that his Christmas gift is probably waiting for him inside the room.

It would make sense. Blaine is always giving him presents, like, all the time. Kurt and Dave hate him for this. Well, for this and for a hundred other reasons, but they're wrong about each and every one of them excluding this. The presents issue is actually something even Leo can see as wrong, he knows his twenty years older than him boyfriend shouldn't be showering him in expensive presents like he was his sugar daddy, but it's hard to say no when Blaine's presents' list counts basically every single Apple product ever produced and ticket to go and see basically every single concert around from the front row.

Maybe the new Silver Skinny Macbook's waiting for him all hiding underneath a layer of Christmas wrapping paper, and that's why Blaine brought him here, to have him see the present and also have a comfortable bed to fall on when Leo decides to thank him properly as he always do when Blaine gives him something nice.

(Yes, he knows he shouldn't give Blaine sex every time he buys him a gift. He knows it's unfair and probably unhealthy too. But it brings him both more sex and more presents, two things he actually enjoys very much, so he can't bring himself to stop.)

By the time Blaine opens the door, Leo has already convinced himself he's gonna find that Macbook sitting on the desk, waiting only for him.

And so, once again, he's disappointed when the suite presents itself just like Leo remembered it from last time. The sitting room, the couches, the 42 inches flatscreen, the bedroom, the California king size bed, the armchair, the other 42 inches flatscreen, the desk. Nothing new, nothing's changed. He turns around, looking at Blaine with yet more disappointed eyes, and he's about to bark an annoyed "so what?!", when suddenly the usual shift in the air announcing Blaine's closer happens, and in a couple of seconds Leo feels Blaine's lips against his own, and Blaine's body all pressed together with his, and all of a sudden he couldn't care less about Christmas presents at all.

"So... is this it?" he asks in a chuckle the moment Blaine lets him finally free to catch his breath, "This is what you came up with for Christmas? Just have sex like we always do?"

"Oh, come on," Blaine smiles, slowly pushing him towards the bed, "How lame do you think I am? How could I ever choose as a present something that I already give you all year long?"

"Yeah, that's exactly why I was expecting something else," Leo smiles too, blissfully enjoying the feeling of Blaine's lips down his neck and the always careful but never too much pampering way his hands close around his hips while settling him down on the bed.

"And it is something else," Blaine smirks, holding the hem of Leo's hoodie between his fingers and pulling it up to uncover the kid's belly.

"What is it, then?" Leo asks, looking fondly at him as he lifts a hand and passes it through Blaine's hair, his curls wrapping around his fingers and getting tied up in easy to unfold knots every now and then.

"You'll know," Blaine answers, brushing his lips against the soft skin of Leo's tummy, "In due time."

"Oh, come on!" Leo chuckles, fidgeting under Blaine's lips when his kisses turn wetter, the tip of his tongue showing up every now and then for a quick lick or a fast dive inside his navel.

He shivers violently when Blaine's kisses turn again into something new: they're hungrier, now, not just kisses but long, lustful licks and messy bites. Blaine takes a mouthful of Leo's tummy and lets a hand slide between his thighs, rubbing his crotch through his clothes, and Leo melts in a liquid moan, instantly arching his back to offer himself to Blaine's hands.

"Be a good kid," Blaine smiles, slowly unbuttoning Leo's jeans, "And when the right time comes you’ll find out what the present is."

"Congrats, that doesn't sound creepy nor badwrong in any way," Leo mocks him, trying to work out a sassy smile that lingers on his lips only for a couple of seconds. Then, Blaine's hands become more eager, quickly sliding underneath his clothes to touch him better. Leo pushes his hips up, helping Blaine to get his pants and underpants off him, and then looks down. Blaine's looking up at him and they lock eyes, Leo's whole body going crazy when Blaine goes down on him, taking his cock in his mouth and sucking hard while playing with his tongue up and down his length.

Leo lets out a desperate, loud moan, his hips moving on their own will, thrusting inside Blaine's mouth, his eyes unable to leave the man's face while he swallows him whole. The curve of Blaine's lips closed tight around his cock makes Leo whimper in need. Sometimes he gets the feeling Blaine's too much for him to stand, he becomes overwhelming. Because there are so many things he'd like Blaine to do to him, and there are so many things he'd like to do to Blaine, that sometimes, when Blaine's pushing and pulling him towards complete madness, he gets confused, and he just wants everything at the same time.

He could lose himself inside Blaine's mouth, between his fingers, against his hips. Maybe he already did and he just didn't have enough time on his own to notice. Because Blaine is always around, but at some point he won't be anymore. And Leo's scared of that moment. Of what will be of him the moment Blaine goes away and he discovers there's nothing left to live with.

He lets out a breathless whine, his whole body arching when Blaine takes him deeper inside his throat. He hates when sex becomes such a big deal, it used to be all laugh and pleasure, but since love's involved it's been heaven in hell. And right now he needs to come so bad that he almost wants to let himself go right now, come inside Blaine's mouth and just release everything, but Blaine pulls away from him, catching his breath again, and Leo's body falls on the mattress as if electricity has been running through his body until a moment before, but now somebody just turned the switch off, leaving him limp.

"What...?" he breathes out, searching for Blaine with hazy eyes.

"That was not your present," Blaine smiles, standing up on his knees and crawling by Leo's side, catching his lips in a kiss that tastes like him.

"Blaine, please," Leo whines in between kisses, fidgeting restlessly under the hand Blaine placed on his stomach to keep him still. He grabs Blaine's wrist with both hands, pulling the man's hand down and rubbing himself against his palm, "I need it, please."

"I know you do," Blaine smiles once again, not making any effort in trying to stop Leo. His hand's not closing around his hard-on, he's not stroking him voluntarily, he just lets Leo make use of his hand as he wants, enjoying the desperate need that changes the features of the kid's face into a mask of lust.

"Then fuck me," Leo blurts out, his voice now nothing but a symphony of moans and whining, "Please!"

Blaine kisses him again, still not moving. "You would do anything to come, right now, wouldn't you?" he asks, speaking in a low voice against Leo's wet and swollen lips, "You're so desperate. Do you want to try something new? Something we never did?"

"Blaine, please," Leo whines once again, his voice now so thin and needy to sound even more than just a little bit slutty.

"Come here," Blaine just says, holding Leo firmly by his hips and bringing him with himself when he lies down on the bed, settling comfortably against the mattress and between the pillows.

Leo lets out a relieved sigh, spreading his legs to straddle him. Finally, he thinks, just finally, but Blaine stops him with a smile and another kiss, and when Leo's forced to open his eyes to see what's going on he can't help but frown lightly when he sees that Blaine has parted his legs too, and seems to be waiting for him.

"What the hell...?" he wonders in a whisper, but then it strikes him, and he opens his eyes wide, surprised.

They've never done it this way. Blaine and him have had sex in almost every possible combination, but Leo just really never fucked Blaine. It's always been the other way round, and frankly Leo has never felt like he was missing out on something. It just always felt more natural for him to want to be fucked by Blaine, more than fuck him.

"I don't think it's a great idea..." he starts off, whining a little, aching to feel Blaine inside but recognizing he is gonna fuck Blaine, if Blaine doesn't give him any other choice, just because right now he's so desperate to come that basically every hole would serve its purpose just fine.

"Luckily," Blaine says on his lips, before kissing him deeply, "Now's not the right time to think."

Leo melts in between Blaine's lips; one kiss after another, Blaine manages to pull him in, hugging him tight. Leo settles naturally between Blaine's thighs, and once their crotches touch, and they start to rub one against the other, every concern and every disappointment disappear. Sex with Blaine is more than just mechanics, it's a rapture. It's like opening a window on a brave new world, like peeking outside and see everything that was there before, but with new eyes, eyes that change things.

Leo knew pleasure, before Blaine. He knew how soft lips could be, how sweet breath could taste, how lost one could feel stroking himself to the point in which pleasure's the only thing you're interested in and you wouldn't stop your hand if hell broke loose above you.

But pleasure with Blaine it's a whole different thing. It's still pleasure, but new, surprising, meaningful. It's still pleasure, only more.

"Come here, kid," Blaine whispers in his ear, hypnotic, confusing, sexy as ever, arching his back and pushing his hips up, letting Leo's cock slide between his buttocks. Leo lets out a whimper, caught by surprise by the new sensation. It feels so fucking intimate. He never thought something like this before, when it was him opening up for Blaine, but now that he feels Blaine opening up for him, letting him in, taking him deep, it's like he finally can understand better what it is that he's been giving Blaine up to now without even noticing. Access. Permission. Complete abandon, borderless trust.

It's funny it's taking him to be the top once to get what to bottom really means.

Blaine drags him into another kiss, and Leo feels him shift and fidget against his body. He dares to open his eyes, and the sight mesmerizes him: Blaine's eyelids are closed, but every single feature of his face, every single muscle of his body, every single line on his skin talks about tension. He looks stretched to the limit, and yet somehow so completely in control Leo's almost frightened by it. He knows himself, he knows that, when he bottoms, at this point he's always reduced to a mass of whimpers and moans and shaking little bones, but Blaine... he's completely different. He's got the same focused expression he usually has when he tops. He's in control. He always is. And if there's something Leo knows is that this is not going to change, ever.

In their relationship, may sex be involved or not, Blaine will always be the one who knows what he's doing. While Leo never will.

That's why Blaine's the one to keep the situation in his hands even now. He starts tightening his muscles around Leo's cock, sucking him in deeper than before, forcing restless, desperate moans out of Leo's lips one kiss after another. Then Leo sees Blaine's hand run down his stomach, tracing the outline of his pecs and abs, and his fingers close around his cock, and in that moment, watching him stroke himself and part his lips to let out countless heavy breaths and moans, Leo loses his mind completely. He steadies himself on his hands, thrusting faster inside Blaine's body, and Blaine answers by arching more under him and welcoming him deeper, his legs crossing behind Leo's back to keep him closer, as if he didn't even want him to pull away before he could push back in.

Close as they are now, their skin keeps clashing every time Leo thrusts, and the air is filled with only that slapping sound and their echoing moans and whispers. Leo rests his forehead against Blaine's shoulder, breathing heavily. "Blaine..." he calls on him, his whole body shaking, "I'm sorry, I... I think I'm gonna come..."

Blaine smiles against his cheek and kisses him on the corner of his mouth, his free hand running through Leo's wild and messy curls as he nods slowly, in a silent consent.

Leo comes less than ten seconds after, burying himself deep inside Blaine's body and releasing himself up to his last drop. Then he collapses over Blaine, feeling as if all strength's been sucked out of his own body. Blaine keeps stroking himself under him, his knuckles rubbing insistently against Leo's tummy, and after a little while Leo feels him tense and freeze for just a second, after which he just lets go, coming all over both their stomachs and relaxing against the mattress, helping Leo to settle more comfortably over him.

"Very, very good," he comments with a light chuckle. Leo frowns instantly, blushing like mad as he lifts a hand to hit Blaine on his hip.

"Shut up," he snorts, glaring at him, "Don't ruin everything with your usual bullshit."

"Oh, come on," Blaine chuckles, kissing him on his forehead, "Where's the fun if I can't even mock you after we had sex?"

"You shouldn't want to mock me after sex!" Leo barks, outraged, "You should want to cuddle me."

"There he goes, morphing into a girl right after he's had his cock stuck up another man's ass."

"Cuddling's not for girls only," Leo corrects him, glaring once again, "Now shut up and cuddle me, or I swear next time I'll fuck you with a fiery stick."

"So you mean there's actually going to be a next time?" Blaine chuckles, and even if his voice is still somehow mocking, he at least decides to wrap Leo in his arms and cuddle him a little, so Leo lets him get out of prison for free, only for this time.

"I don't know," he answers eventually, resting his head against Blaine's chest, "Is it an issue for you? I mean, is it so important?"

"Is it, for you?" Blaine chuckles, searching for his eyes. Leo looks back at him, nibbling at his own lower lip.

"Actually... yes," he admits, shrugging a little, "I mean, okay, I liked it, but... I think I kinda like it more when you fuck me. It's more... I don't know. It just feels better."

Blaine smiles, kissing him on his nose and laughing a little when he sees Leo curling it like a little rabbit. "If you like it so much, then you can easily understand why it would be very important for me too to be in the same position, every once in a while. Now, I know it's hard for you, because you're incredibly thick and you always want to do things your own way or not do them at all..."

"Hey..."

"But still," Blaine chuckles, interrupting Leo with another kiss on his lips, "I can live with being the one who tops more often, between us. But what about you promise that every now and then you'll be the one in charge to take care of me?"

Leo pouts a little, resting his head on Blaine's chest again. It's not like he doesn't know Blaine's right. He is, in every way. He's right when he says Leo's spoiled, that he only wants to do things his own way or he prefers not to have them at all, and he's also right when he implies that it's unfair that he should always be the one in charge while Leo's left to the safer position of the coddled, pampered one.

He just... doesn't like being in charge. It's scary, and it makes him feel under pressure, frightened not to be able to live up to expectations.

But he's been able to overcome many fears, thanks to Blaine. So maybe this is just another one. And maybe for Blaine he could.

"'Kay," he nods, curling up against Blaine's side, hiding against his chest, "But, honestly... you could've come up with something better for a Christmas present."

Blaine grins, turning to look at him with cheeky eyes. "I never said it was me giving a present to you, and not the other way 'round."

Leo opens his eyes wide, hitting him hard on his shoulder. "You asshole!" he shouts, and for a second he's incredibly angry, because hey, Christmas is important, and he deserves a present, anyway, but then Blaine laughs, a pure, amused, happy laughter, and Leo blushes thinking that there, there goes his present, and it's the most perfect Blaine could ever give him.