CURIOSITY

it didn’t kill the cat, it just made it horny

Blaine's house is like a playground, especially when he's asleep. Which doesn't happen really often, considering the fact that Leo likes to sleep only a little bit less than he likes to fuck - and he likes to fuck very much -, so it never really happens to him to be awake when Blaine isn't.

Sometimes, though, he's able to make his personal sleeping spell work (as in: they fuck so hard and so many times that Blaine literally needs twelve hours of sleep to recover, while Leo's fine with just his usual nine-or-ten), and he actually manages to wake up first, and that's what he did this morning.

When Leo wakes up, first thing he does is turn around into Blaine's embrace and look at him. This is such a rare view. Leo can't help but smile as he leans in to place a small kiss on Blaine's slightly parted lips, keeping his eyes opened to watch his face as he sleeps. He'd never do something like that, if Blaine was awake. Not because he doesn't like cuddling or even random sweetness, because as girly as it can be, he does, but because Blaine has a tendency to mock him when he's trying to be sweet and romantic, and since Leo hates to be mocked he decided long ago never to be too soft with him.

If Blaine's asleep, however, he can do whatever he wants, which is what he does now. After the kiss, he just takes another couple of minutes to watch him sleep - his relaxed features, his chest that slowly moves up and down with every single breath, how his right arm stands still trapping Leo in a warm embrace - and then he just shrugs him off himself and jumps off the bed, stretching and moaning in pleasure when he feels on his skin the warmth of the sunbeams passing through the half-closed curtains.

He opens the first drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed and fetches a couple of clean underpants, wearing them before he walks out of the sleeping area and heads straight to the kitchen. As always after a good night of sex and sleep, he's famished.

It doesn't take him much to make himself a good breakfast. Blaine loves to play the daddy with him, Leo knows the fact that he's so young is not the reason why Blaine's attracted to him, but he also knows that this is something Blaine likes a lot. He likes the idea to take care of somebody so much younger than him, he likes the idea to pamper him and make him feel like a spoiled little kid, and so he keeps buying him sweets and snacks that would be perfect for a five years old kid, though Leo's not.

Not that Leo would ever complain about something like that, of course. He doesn't love anything more than his favorite cornflakes with multi-colored sugar stars, and he keeps and adores every single small surprise he finds in the huge packs of chocolate and vanilla snacks Blaine keeps buying. He could live on them alone. The hell he's gonna ever complain about being treated like a child. He still is, after all.

After he treated himself with a couple of bowlful of milk and three or four - or, okay, maybe five - snacks, he finds himself sitting on the stool right beside the kitchen island as boredom already starts creeping in. He's already been alone too much. Which is like thirty minutes or something, but it's clearly already too much.

He jumps off the stool and walks back to the sleeping area, kneeling on the bed, crawling on the mattress until he reaches Blaine's side, where he crouches like a kitten to watch him closely. He's still plunged into a deep sleep and, if Leo knows him well - and he does -, he'll be for another couple of hours at least, unless Leo wakes him up, of course.

He pouts, thinking that he could wake Blaine up now, but that would only make things worse: if Blaine gets woken up before he fully recovered, he passes the remaining hours he should have spent sleeping by wandering up and down the house with zombie eyes, zombie attitude and even zombie ability to speak and reason. Which mean he would probably be useful awake, right now, as he's useful asleep. Which is not very much.

Sighing dramatically, Leo climbs off the bed once again, and starts looking around. He never really has the time to explore the bedroom, whenever he comes here. Not because Blaine forbids him or anything - Blaine seems to have no secrets, and even when he does he's always eager to share them with Leo -, but because being near a bed with Blaine always leads to sex - actually, being near whatever surface with Blaine leads to sex, but that's a detail -, which usually leaves a very small window of time for every other activity, especially considering the fact that Leo usually manages to come over once every two weekends, for just a couple of days. Forty-eight hours, thirty of which are usually spent having sex.

This is a great opportunity to snoop around. And he's not going to miss it.

He starts with Blaine's wardrobe. For some reason, the fact that Blaine doesn't have a walk-in closet always sounded incredibly funny, to him. It's like Blaine's basically the perfect homosexual ever created by mother nature, but then he's got this flaw making him suddenly less gay. Leo can totally imagine all his friends running after him, threatening him to take away his personal Gay Man of the Year white gold plate if he doesn't instantly get himself one.

Leo loves Blaine's clothes, anyway. He loves everything about them, their smell, the way they look hanging orderly inside the wardrobe, the way they look on Blaine, the way they look when he puts them on and when he takes them off. Blaine - and this is something he always knew, even when he was nothing but a kid and he couldn't help but hate Blaine because of how unnerving he was for a variety of different reasons - has always been cool. It's his job to look cool and he knows how to do it. He's the kind of man you can't take your eyes off when he walks in the room, and part of it comes from how ridiculously good-looking he is, part of it comes from his outrageously high confidence and self-esteem, and part of it comes from the way he dresses. He's exactly what you'd expect an actor to be. It's like he decides what to wear thinking about what people will think when they see him.

Which is kind of irritating, now that Leo thinks about it, especially because he himself basically never thinks about what he puts on, and so, when Blaine and him are walking around together, they look like a classy father and the stupid teenage son who decided not to wear anything that isn't at least two years old and completely ridiculous. Leo likes his own clothes, he cares about his silly t-shirts and baggy peculiar hoodies with zombies and Homestuck-referred jokes, but he always feels out of place near Blaine, especially when they go out dancing and Blaine looks like he just came out of the Out magazine's cover while he looks like one of those average models from cheap clothes' online catalogues.

Anyway, if he stops thinking about how much cooler than him Blaine looks when they're together and just sticks to the smell and how sexy Blaine is while dressing and undressing, he still loves his clothes a lot. He shamelessly retrieves Blaine's favorite D&G black leather jacket and puts it on. It smells like leather and Blaine, it's delicious, and he smiles happily as he feels the rough touch of the fabric against his bare skin.

He closes the wardrobe, already bored, and moves in front of the upright mirror in a corner of the room, looking at himself with pleased eyes. Oh, he's cute. This definitely looks good. That's exactly how he wants Blaine to find him when he stops snoring and finally wakes up.

But there's still time before that. That's why, when he gets bored of looking at himself, he walks around the bed and kneels in front of Blaine's nightstand, pondering his next actions. He knows what he wants to do is completely wrong and despicable, but he's going to do it anyway, so there's no point in procrastinating. He just grabs the first drawer's handle and pulls it towards himself, peeking inside.

And that's when he finds it.

At first, he doesn't even get what it is. It definitely looks like a dick, but it definitely is not a dick, what with being transparent and purple in addition. He even picks it up from the back of the drawer where it's stored, to look at it more closely, and then, his brain starts to catch up, he realizes what is it that he's holding between his fingers and squeals, letting the dildo fall on his lap and roll on the floor. "What the fuck," he mutters, blinking rapidly as he leans on the floor to look at the dildo without having to pick it up. "Oh my God," he says then, erupting in a nervous chuckle, "It's huge, for fuck's sake."

He turns towards Blaine to make sure he's still asleep, and when he sees he is he just decides to give back his whole attention to the dildo. He leans in towards it again, sniffling it suspiciously, like a dog. No weird smells coming from it, just plastic and silicon. He decides it's safe to pick it up with his hands again when he understands Blaine must have washed it after using it.

That's enough, he thinks, standing up and climbing on the bed again, taking the dildo with himself: this needs explanation, he's got to wake Blaine up. "Anderson?" he tries, shaking Blaine's shoulder, "Wake up. You need to see this."

Blaine lets out an unintelligible moan, simply turning the other way and hiding himself under the sheets. "Five minutes," he mutters in a deep breath, quickly going back to sleep.

"Oh, stop it, already, you've slept plenty," Leo insists, pouting. He climbs on his boyfriend's side, straddling him and jumping up and down on him. The whole bed moves under them, and if Blaine's still dreaming now he's probably picturing to go down with the Titanic. "Come on! I've got a dick in my hand and it's not yours."

"What...?" Blaine snaps out of his light sleep, rubbing his eyes as he turns on his back. Through his still sleepy eyes, all he can see is Leo riding him while holding a dildo. "Am I still dreaming...?"

"Yeah, you'd like that," Leo makes a face, jumping up and down on him a couple of times and laughing when he feels Blaine's body reacting almost automatically under him.

"Stop that..." the man whines, still confused, looking around like he didn't recognize his own bedroom. "God, why did you wake me up so soon? Why the hell are you holding that thing and..." he blinks another couple of times and then instantly frowns, "Leo, is that my leather jacket?"

"Yup," Leo nods, moving a little back and forth and grinning when Blaine has to put his hands on his hips to make him stop, "I borrowed it."

"Then you can un-borrow it and put it back where you find it. You know I love it."

"Oh, come on," Leo snorts, hitting him lightly on his shoulder with the head of the purple dildo, "It's not like I'm gonna shred it to pieces and then set fire to it. You're so boring."

"Just take it off, and-- What the hell are you doing with that?!" Blaine blurts out when he finally manages to recognize that dildo as his own.

"I found it," Leo answers candidly, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal after all.

"Have you been prying into my stuff, Leo?" Blaine asks, taking away his hands from Leo's hips only to cross them over his own chest, casting the kid a stern and reproachful glare.

"I thought that was made obvious by the fact that I'm wearing your clothes, but yeah, I've been," he answers with a light chuckle. Blaine's rage always worries him, but this time it's different, because they're arguing about a dildo, and this makes everything simply too much ridiculous for Leo to grow worried about it.

"Oh, you must be proud of that," Blaine goes on, frowning, incredibly disappointed by Leo's utterly unnerving oblivious behavior.

"Nah, not really," Leo shrugs again, "But I was getting bored, you wouldn't wake up and I had to find something to do. The sooner you get me a Macbook here, the better."

"That's ridiculous and I should kick you out of this bed right now," Blaine pouts.

Leo smiles cockily. "But you won't," he says, and Blaine sighs with desperate resignation.

"No, I won't," he admits.

Leo chuckles with clear satisfaction, climbing off Blaine's lap and sitting more comfortably by his side, lifting up the dildo and almost shoving it under Blaine's nose. "Now explain this."

"What's to explain about it?" Blaine asks, turning to look at Leo like he couldn't believe what the kid just said, "I'm sure you've seen one already, if not in real life at least on the internet."

"You think you're so funny," Leo chuckles anyway, hitting him again with the dildo, this time on the tip of Blaine's nose, causing him to back off a little and make a disappointed-slash-annoyed face. "What I meant is, why would you need something like that?"

Blaine blinks a couple of times, taken aback by the simple yet completely-senseless-to-his-ears question. "What do you mean? I put it in--"

"Yeah, I know that!" Leo stops him, rising up on his knees and hitting Blaine repeatedly on his head with the dildo, "You're an idiot."

"I don't even know what we're talking about!" Blaine barks, pushing the kid's hand away and massaging his own scalp, "What was that question supposed to mean? It's a dildo! Everybody knows how to use a dildo, it's like an ancestral innate instinctual knowledge telepathically passed on from father to son since the beginning of time!"

"Stop it!" Leo laughs, kicking Blaine's leg, "You're so stupid. What I meant was, what does one like you need a dildo for? You practically go out and fuck every night, be it with me or somebody else! What do you need extra fake fucks with this toy for?"

"Alright, first of all you just made me sound like a slut, and that's offensive," Blaine pouts, crossing his arms over his chest again.

"But you are a slut," Leo points out, cocking his head on the side.

"Hey!"

"But you are!"

"I don't get paid."

"..."

"Alright, maybe I am a bit of a slut, but still, you're not supposed to say that, you're my boyfriend."

"You're not supposed to be a slut because we're boyfriends," Leo grins, and Blaine lets the argument go, knowing the kid just owned him this time.

"Whatever," he grumbles, looking away while Leo chuckles in the background, "Anyway, I don't go out and fuck every night, that's unfair."

"Yeah, I know you don't," Leo smiles a little more sweetly, moving closer to him and leaning against his shoulder, "But still, it's not like you're sex deprived or anything."

"I'm not, but this has got nothing to do with sex in general," Blaine explains, shaking his head, "It's more like a... an emotional need," he says, and by the time he's over with the sentence Leo's already laughing his ass off, so overwhelmed by laughter he's actually bent in two on the mattress, holding his stomach with his hands and having a hard time finding the strength to breathe between one laughter and the other. "What?!" Blaine barks, blushing furiously. He's not used to be mocked about anything, and even with Leo he's usually the one mocking, so this is new, unexpected and uncomfortable.

"An emotional need?" Leo remarks, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye, "Seriously?"

Blaine frowns, moving away from Leo in an extreme protest about his clearly unfair treatment. "Yes," he answers scornfully, "Don't you ever have them? Don't you have a heart?"

"But..." Leo chuckles again, unable to stop the spontaneous laughbursts escaping his lips, "I mean, what does being horny have to do with emotional needs? Come on. Don't try and find excuses."

"That's not what I'm doing!" Blaine insists, "Listen, do you have any idea of how many people fall on their knees in hope that my cock magically flies to their mouths whenever I walk in a club?"

"Yeah," Leo laughs to the mental image of Blaine's cock growing wings and flying away from his crotch while Blaine's left behind crying its loss, "I'm aware of them."

"Good. Then you can easily understand that if I'm horny and I just want to get off, all I need to do is walk out of this house and into a club. Or call you," he adds with a grin.

"Now," Leo smiles dangerously, crossing his legs as an implicit threat, "Be careful what you say, 'cause I'm being a very kind and understanding boyfriend, right now, but I could stop." Which, as Blaine promptly translates it in his mind, would mean to stop being a dick about all the people he could fuck and actually fucks and move on with the explanation.

"Alright, alright," he surrenders with a little smile, "Anyway, the point is, sometimes I just need to do it by myself. You know, just do to myself the things I like without having to explain somebody else how I'd like to be taken and everything. I don't do it because I'm horny, I do it because sometimes I like to love myself. Don't you ever get the need to feel loved?"

"Of course," Leo nods, "And, when I do, I usually walk out to Game Stop and buy myself a treat. This makes me feel very loved."

"You're empty inside," Blaine grunts, shaking his head, and Leo laughs again, getting up on his knees once more and moving towards him.

"I'm a shallow kid," he smiles, circling Blaine's neck with his arms and hiding his face against the curve of his neck. He feels Blaine relaxing in his hug, letting out a deep breath and breathing deeply in immediately after, drawing in his smell mixed with the jacket's. "So what you're going for here is that you don't masturbate only when you're horny, you also use sex to spend some quality time with yourself."

"More or less," Blaine answers, "Even if, if you say it like that, it suddenly sounds incredibly stupid."

"'Cause it isn't already, huh? It's only me making it sound like that," Leo mocks him in a small laughter, letting out a disappointed but playful moan when Blaine answers by slapping him on his ass.

"Seriously, though," Blaine lifts his eyes, searching for Leo's, "Don't you ever do it? I mean, jerking off when you're not exactly horny but you just want some self-love."

"Fifteen years old, here, remember?" Leo arches an eyebrow, a cheeky smile hovering on his lips, "I'm always horny."

Blaine laughs, leaning in to kiss him on his nose. "Point made," he says, "But I'm not getting rid of the dildo, even if you think it's a stupid habit. I like it, I will keep using it whenever I want."

"Well..." Leo smiles, rubbing his nose against Blaine's, "You've got tons of stupid habits, but I'm not trying to change them. I won't do it with that either."

Blaine smiles, kissing him lightly on his lips. "Such a good boyfriend," he says, just a moment before Leo deepens the kiss, clinging to his shoulders to straddle him again. Blaine lets him do it, but then, when he's almost settled on him, he holds him by his hips and drops him back on the mattress, chuckling. "There's no chance we're having sex again until I've managed to drink some coffee, kid," he says, standing from the bed and walking straight to the kitchen.

"Oh, come on!" Leo whines, falling limp on the bed and then flailing his legs in the air in disappointment, "Come back here, I'm horny now!"

"Thirty-five years old, here, remember?" Blaine mocks him from the kitchen, pouring himself a plentiful cup of coffee, "I need to wake up, first."

Leo snorts, rolling on and off the bed. "Point made," he says with clear disappointment, but when he reaches the kitchen he finds out Blaine already finished his coffee, and he's waiting for him leaning against the kitchen counter with a bold smirk on his face. "Liar," he says in a laughter, flying between his arms.

The dildo's forgotten, at least for the day.