insurgents | Open RP Post

((cont. from here!))

[ Anders doesn't need to be told much of anything when it comes to this. You could call it his area of expertise, even, and if Blaine's flirting techniques aren't the best it really doesn't matter, since Anders likes to run the show anyway, to take the lead if you will.

Feelings, though, he doesn't do that. Especially not when he's come to the States for a week-long stay, and in a couple of days he'll be going back to Kiwiland. And this, it's just the kind of fun and distraction he'd been hoping for even before getting here. Nothing like a good shag or two to keep his spirits up.

He followed that suggestion, of course, and took a hot shower, and just as he's stepping out of the tub there's the knocking of the door. So he makes his way there, patting himself down only slightly on the way, then slinging the towel over his shoulder as he peeks through the peephole.

Then, with a smile and no shame whatsoever, he opens the door. ] Hi. Oh, right--

[ He grabs the towel from his shoulder and throws it to the ground. ] Forgo the towel.

[ Blaine's new to everything and where everything had started as mutual exploration - say, with Kurt - it's evolved since getting out of Ohio. Kurt's in the past and Anders - well, Anders isn't his future, just his present. Anders had him the minute he opened up his mouth. Blaine might not be a one night stand type, but the New Zealand accent cements the possibility. He knows Anders won't be here long and that might be the only reason he up and returns the next day.

That and the semi-rude first text Anders had sent out.

He hopes it hadn't been a mass-text.

Anders makes good on his promise, if in a theatrical way. It elicits a blush, followed closely by a laugh. His eyes go from the towel up Anders' body, unable to take some extra time crotch level before meeting his eyes once again. ]

You take direction well. Hey.

[ Not at all mindful of the laughter, because he knows Blaine's not laughing at him, so much as at the whole situation. Maybe he didn't expect a welcome quite this straightforward, but then again Anders does like the surprise factor, and he tends to be the one to insert it into the situation himself, as is the case right now.

He waits until Blaine's inside, then closes the door, turning around to face him, smirk sly across his lips. ]

Ah, but now I'm feeling terribly underdressed.

[ To go with his words, he steps closer, reaching for his jacket and tugging him closer, slowly undoing the buttons one by one. ]

[ Blaine has to make an effort to keep eye contact. Anders being completely naked is distracting. Looking up at Anders, he doesn't fight those hands unbuttoning his peacoat, pulling one arm and then another out of it. He assumes Anders will either hang it up or drop it to the side. (Please hang it up.) ]

I hate being overdressed. [ He doesn't. He lives overdressed. ] I missed the dress code last night.

[ Well, he did answer the door naked for a reason. If Blaine wasn't feeling distracted by the sight right now then he wouldn't be doing it right. As it is, Anders all but outright invites him to keep looking at him, his smile most meaningful as his eyes too move up to his face, then down to where his hands slip under the open jacket. ]

A tragedy, but it can be remedied. As soon as we fix any dress code malfunctions right now. [ Sorry, but no dice. The coat just gets dropped to the ground in an almost dismissive manner, then Anders goes on to the next piece of clothing, this time leaning a little closer to press a light kiss on his lips. ]

Lucky I have you here with me. [ He ignores the anal retentive side of his personality. The jacket. It's fine. The floor isn't that dirty. It's a nice hotel room.

He takes the kiss, raising his arms up so Anderson can lift Blaine's shirt over his head. He's nothing if not helpful in these situations. He's also not timid, not really. He had his night to get to know this guy, to tip-toe around him. Now, he's confident. Confident enough to deepen that kiss and press Anders against the door (despite having to end it seconds later, his shirt does have to come off.) ]

Yes, you are. [ He chuckles, a little surprised but not minding at all when he's pressed up against the door, his hands never once stopping through it all. Even as he kisses back, he undoes the buttons of that shirt, starting at the topmost and working his way down. ]

I am... [ He grins, whispering against his lips when they break the kiss, his hands trailing down his front to tug the shirt from inside Blaine's pants pointedly. ] Very talented at getting people off their clothes, after all.

It's a great talent to have. Underrated, [ He says, as Anders exposes his white t-shirt and helps him out of his button down. ] some people say. I feel like I should've just worn my coat. [ Hooker-style. He laughs as layers and layers have to be removed. They're slowly reaching the ultimate prize, two very naked people in the same room with one another. ]

Underrated by those who don't have it. [ The shirt joins the coat on the floor, as Anders chuckles and leans over to kiss Blaine again, only once. Then his lips trail along his jaw, little teasing pecks until he reaches his ear. ]

No, this is fine. Better than fine. [ His hands slip under the t-shirt, a little hum against Blaine's ear as he touches the warm skin underneath. ] Like opening a Christmas present.

[ More clothes strewn the floor. That's okay. He can rein it in. He's with a very hot New Zealander. ] Mmm. [ He can't help but like that, the body contact, his hands finally finding Anders' bare back. ] What's your equivalent? Handing me the gift in the bag you bought it in?

[ Good to know he has his priorities in order. Anders plants little pecks down his neck, then back up to nuzzle the nook behind his ear. ] Don't put this on me, you were the one who said you wanted this gift unwrapped. [ His hands slide back down, fingers lightly trailing over his navel before he starts undoing his pants. ]

I don't remember what you're talking about. [ He can play the part of the naive small town-er. He leans his head into that mouth, eyes sliding shut. ] You might have a hard time. They're tight. [ He won't but giving him the challenge, joking about his tight pants, he's getting a hang of this flirting thing. ]

Playing innocent now, are you? [ He arches both his eyebrows, thoroughly unconvinced. As he undoes the button and tugs the fly open, he notices that the pants are indeed very tight, though the way Blaine says it has him laughing at the thinly veiled innuendo there. ]

I'll find a way. [ And as if to prove that point, with the zipper open he does manage to slide his hand under the fabric on the back, cupping his ass firmly. ]

I am innocent. [ He doesn't know what Anders is talking about. He bites his lower lip, grinning, eyes open again. He wants to see Anders, keep that eye contact. Creating that space between his underwear and his ass does loosen his jeans enough for them to slide down a bit. ]

[ Anders just spares a hum at that, while for a bit his hand keeps touching inside the pants where he can reach, his other hand sliding up his back and under the t-shirt. Then he moves both to the waistband of the pants and starts tugging them farther down, still kissing and nibbling on Blaine's neck. ]

[ His pants pull his boxer briefs down with them revealing just how much he's enjoying the attention. He runs his hands up Anders' front, fingers brushing against his chest. He's stopping himself from reaching lower just yet. The anticipation makes it worth the wait. ]

[ As he keeps guiding the pants down, he moves one of his hands to the front with no small amount of curiosity, knuckles lightly brushing over the now exposed shaft. Then he curls his fingers on the front of the pants and resumes tugging them down the rest of the way, seeing himself forced to lean down slightly to manage them at least past his knees. ]

[ Bringing a hand to his shoulder, he leans down, giving Anders the help he needs and tugging down with his other hand, pushing down so he can step out of one side. Setting his foot down again, he lifts his other leg only slightly to give Anders room to take them off completely, all but kicking them off to the side. ] Christmas morning enough for you?

Better. [ Christmas gifts aren't usually of this nature. He lets himself fall to his knees for a moment there so he can pull the trousers off entirely, and that spot on the floor is exactly where they'll stay. Then lifting the hem of Blaine's t-shirt, he presses a brief kiss over his hipbone. ] I must've been a very good boy.

[ Blaine's over it. His clothes can stay on the ground. He'll be bothered later. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, he only has eyes to the man on his knees in front of him. ] I did just meet you. For all I know, you've been a very bad boy. [ But, it's all in good flirting. ]

Well, if this is my punishment then I see no point in ever being good. [ He murmurs amusedly, kisses planted from hip to navel, his hands sliding up Blaine's sides and under that shirt. ]

Bad boy through and through. You should get a motorcycle. [ He threads a hand through Anders' hair encouragingly, looking down at him.

[ He almost lets out a snort at that, his lips brushing barely over his hard-on when he murmurs. ] Fuck no. I like having a car much better. [ Knowing full well he's being watched right now, he slips his tongue out and laps at the length, in one single lazy motion before pulling away just a hint. ]

But, it really cements the bad boy - [ He hitches a breath, shutting up. He gets the hint. They've moved from banter to this. ] We'll talk later. [ His fingers graze Anders' scalp, lightly moving through his hair. ]

[ He rather likes how that one gesture silences him so effectively. With an approving nod, he leans closer again, pressing his lips to the tip in a kiss before he pulls away just barely, then licks his way down to the base. ]

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hilarious. i was about to move it to mine! great minds

haha indeed!

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HTML, curses.

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